Monday, February 25, 2013

the early days

here in the early days you could get chopped shut down and stuffed away rockwalled into eons in the early days sticks could swing and bounce your brain right out of your body for food or sex or just plain itchy we lived through it like any other mammal adapt and survive and die, roll and hop and twitch we misused everything, didn’t even know we were alive in the earlies back here there were none-suches that made up freaky sky-faces told the littlest gimplets terror tales to make them cry and shiver when the thunder passed over their stones in the early days a man with flat eyes could take your thoughts take ‘em right away with his voice, and his pictures – you could run but the whole earth had got filled, and they were everywhere some say the earlies were the bestest but i don’t think they remember the daily danger, and the unfair around every corner the not-feeling and the terror-tales that squeezed so many hearts too many bursts of fear too much pressing down too many falls into the heavy earth the early days were bright and sunny, sometimes but i liked the later years when i was free.

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