Funhouse Extravaganza

 

Party favors and pretty prizes, my mind's delight

Light-up sneakers twinkle their lively trail, 

Steps swift through an indoor waterpark 

I reach out for this trance’s next dimension door handle

Enter the funhouse of candy time, cotton candy galore

Swim through each rainbowed attraction, 

“Escape such static I must!” thought I, the foolish one

For now, encountered I am with my own bonny visage

A handshake, a salute, a repeated ending, and a restart

It starts from the ballpit and ends you in a heartbeat

Crawling it approaches, a primary-colored nothing.

Alien with Glitter Wings

Oh man, Oh well, forever trapped in this flying saucer I am. 

My brain liquified beyond any repair, I speak in technicolors. 

I’ve tried reaching out, one way, another way, failure and again.

I’ve hollered my afflictions in the presence of mind-doubles 

Of those who should know. I’ve tried it all and gotten but a crumb.

I’ve made words poetic and I’ve made sentences crude, and yet

Not a single ounce of meaning has gotten through. What to do?

I roam around watercolor skies, I plan my messages, I fly out

At dusk’s first appearing star. I select worthy fields, canvasses 

For my conversation-starters, my great prompts. I carve them out,

Laser-white beams striking dusty areas of wheat and gilded corn.

I zoom out, my masterpieces surely to be known, appreciated,

Revered, and some more. Next morn, woke up giddy and ready

To be faced with the earthly populace’s discourse on my intricate 

Letters to the spinning globe. I make haste, abduct a newspaper, 

Sit down with a sweet disposition, and submerge myself in said task. 

“Hear ye, Hear ye! Creature of nonsense strikes again!” a bold-italic

Humiliation spells out in the form of a headline. I tremble, shiver, read again.

This can’t be, date is correct, picture showcasing one of my creations.

But it was no mistake, humiliation spells out on the first sentence, specifically

Directed at none other but me. ‘Tis I, Alien with Glitter Wings, fluffy-soft,

Full of good intentions and candy dreams. It is I, the one who handpicks 

Each dejected acre to renew, never inhabited ones, out of consideration.

And yet, I’ve once again made no sense. But that’s to oversimplify it all.

What’s true is what is worth, and the truth is, I’ve finally been beaten down 

To my last temper’s drop. I breathe, I keep on breathing, and at last, I move.

Here I come, wretched barbarians, I shall howl some sense into your ears.

A spinning spectacle descends from the cotton clouds, twinkling light bulbs 

Serve as heralds for the revelation that shall occur in no time. 

Prepare, troglodytes, for I’ve been beaten down to my temper’s last drop. 

Here I come, speakers blast the first call, a strange ringing, ears perk up.  

“Hear ye, Hear ye! Nonsensical creature shall strike once more, and never again!”

I take a deep breath, dream once more of community and all things lovely, 

And let the final blow begin. “You ugly ogres, you ghouls destined to nothing but

Misery and stupidity. See me for what I am, foul world! I am nothing but greatness, 

I am so much better than the whole lot of you, and you don’t even realize it! 

You should all perish, cease to exist, implode, simply never come back! I despise, 

Despise all that you are, despise all your communal mirth and slow smiles. 

Your intelligence far below acceptable parameters, unable to get my profound musings, 

The exquisiteness of the verses that drip out of my pen, how much better, much more 

Intricate my mind’s circuits really are! And for that, you should all die!”

Silence at last, I stop and stare at the congregation that has formed below,

Mouths agape in slow-witted wonder, brainless laughter brimming beneath

Each thickheaded skull. “Well, I believe that’s all, Goodbye-Goodbye, foul world, 

I shall live, happily undisturbed, in my own holographic bubble forevermore!” 

And with that, I press some heart-shaped buttons emitting rainbow light, twirling,

My pretty transportation device starts, I travel in light-years, now just a blip 

In the ether. A diminishing shape that ends in the single twinkle of dusk’s first star.

Twinkle Toes

The early night’s superlunary wind-tune comes to life.

With one jump and landing, twinkling soles glaring, 

Ready getting to start my mind-flight into the starry sky

Of fading amber, goodbye-caramel, its horizon

A swaying treeline. Sky starry, comets imitating 

The carved shaped out of which a two second twinkle sequence 

Winks at the base of each shoe. My pink sneakers, one, two

Simultaneous stomps that travel me home. 

Twinkling soles, twinkling stars, twinkling view,

Life is but the glossy dream reflected by this communal pool.

Magic and Glitter, to Await the Arrival of Wintry Currents

What a treat, to rediscover those activities that once brought glimmering pleasure to an isolated mind. As the days begin their departure from summer’s glaring sun and hellish heatwaves, voyaging towards more delicate conditions, I grow familiar with my revamped ways. Rainbows and unicorns, fairies and their tulle skirts, angel bear plushies and their holiday-themed friends, gemmed literature and sparkling prose of my own. I am amazed at what embracing all different facets of the jewel-self does to one’s own enjoyment. 

And so, let the preparations for this channeling of the well rounded personality begin! A few shakes of the snow globe to allows its starry spectacle to take place inside the crystal sphere, a measured amount of candy-scented sprays of my favorite perfume, a rearranging of all my most beloved trinkets to sit in front of me and serve as worthy writing companions, a deep breath and a paused glance to take in all the glitter and whimsy of my surroundings.

It is a most wonderful gift indeed, to take time and notice gradual changes of atmosphere. To go from mere observer, to part of the great constellation of factors that contribute to a memorable point in time. All hugs from your loved one are great hugs, but it is those that unfold in magical conditions that stand out the most. A drowsy embrace that lulled the both of us to a soft, golden afternoon slumber. A walk to the nearby park while holding hands, later sitting side by side on the merry-go-round as I admired how the last few orange rays graced the swaying trees against powder blue skies. 

It is a wonder indeed, when you are able to experience all that you adore at once. And as this season of change slowly comes to a halt, making space for porcelain-cold currents to blow their way onto this side of the globe, I take time to think about the things, instances of the day, ways in which sunlight flows through rich foliage, person that I love and adore with the entirety of my sparkling heart. I do this as a way to wrap them up in a nicely decorated written package to take with me as I await the arrival of frosted days. Now I can gracefully twirl out of this two hour scintillating trance and put a gem sticker as a full stop, for my preparations have left me in a most exquisite state. I am now all shimmery inside.