Up Where We Belong
No one believes me when I tell them
of the day I started to levitate; rising four
Feet, a gentle ascent, before soaring;
they asked how much I had to drink or
If I were high, and I retell a childhood
doll, raggedy, an arm ripped off and
An eye missing, or how it used to be
a perfect little girl, in its white crib until
Its owner forgot her, moved on to play
with pretty woman toys and boys and
Cash. Or of that friend with a speech
impediment, how she struggled to say
“Friend” or “peace” or “stop, please, no”.
and the gentle-man who adores little
Girls who play and takes care of them
in his casa of endless candy and games.
Nor how these things, accepted be,
caused me how to fly, well, I pealed my
Eyes and drank and snorted and
injected ’til the ol’ men in blue picked
Me up and put me in orange in front
of the Great High Magistrate with
Mismatched spectacles; ordered me to
the looney bin and the insane healing
The Insane. And Bobby the schizo
covered my eyes and kissed the back
Of my neck, cupped my perky breasts
and grazed his crotch by my backside,
Our feet rose and kicked, and soonest
we flew, hand-in-hand, over the moon.
Or so I think, but then again, hand me
the next bottle, I’m buying for us all.
This is the 100 Songs Project, a 100-day writing challenge based on AFI’s 100 Years…100 Songs. Every day, I write a short poem, prose piece, or play based on, reacting to, rejecting, accepting, or doing something related to one of the songs in the top 100 list.
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