"If you are a dreamer, come in,
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer...
If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
Come in!
Come in!"
-Shel Silverstein

Chelsea.
22.
Incurably Ridiculous.
Enjoy!

 

Don’t shove me to the
back burner. I want to catch
you up in my flames.

I want mix-matched plates
and kitschy things. Please don’t tell
me you’re too fancy.

I wish you were here
instead of there or I was
there instead of here.

Two more days and I’ll
leave for California with
the love of my life.

Updating people about my life is more fun in haiku.

I’m afraid in ten
years I won’t remember the
look of your laughter.

MCMLXIV

Dick Van Dyke: three syllables and eleven letters
all squished together to frame the mindset of 1964.
Framing the scenes on the television screen to mask
the obscene, mind-melting dream of a better world —
all caught in a whirl, all boys and all girls,
pushing and shoving and loving and shooting.
Dick shows us to be wholesome as Rex yells
at them to roll some charred Charlie bodies into that hole.
There’s never a dull moment as the world seeks atonement
for a fight that was never theirs. Mind clogging comedy is the remedy,
the pure cure, to chim-chimney sweep the truth of day. Bodies decay as
politicians keep fears at bay, not showing the light of the
chitty chitty bang bang chitty chitty bang bang way.
Oh, Dick Van Dyke, we love you.