Day Twenty of Na/GloPoWriMo
Write a poem grounded in language as it is spoken – not necessarily the grand, dramatic speech of a monologue or play, but the messy, fractured, slangy way people speak in real life.
I keep my darkness
but sometimes it dreams
what if…and so do I.
I dream of dancing bones
and cats running through graveyards
some of the time, I scream myself awake from that dream,
most of the time, I don’t.
Sometimes I dream I have bouncy blond hair
and frosty blue eyes and I that I can
flip my IQ on and off like a light switch
I always, always scream myself awake from that dream.
Sometimes we sit there
me and my darkness and
we wonder why we are so quiet,
in a world that gives you permission
to let your freak flag fly.
Maybe we need to be invited in, like Vampires
at least, that’s my story for now
I’m sticking to it.