Crazy Bud

Crazy Bud

Look at you!
Wow!
Is that you?
Really you?
Well well well
you really made it
didn't you?
You did the impossible - 
but you're crazy after all.

An embryo too tightly wound
to show the beauty you carried
axil fragile
likely to break
but you held on
stubbornly.
You had no power to conquer the mind
but you wait to conquer the heart.
Though you came in slow
your growth was sure
and so we waited
and look!
Here you are.
No resting bud 
are you
to be deceived by the coming cold
you fought through storm and sleet
to whorl most boldly.

You did your best
passed all your tests
and trials
to bloom 
and strike 
and die
to make way for another,
someday.

Being Me

Being Me


I tried to crawl - 
                    out of me
but it would not let me be
and hacked at loose ends
waiting to be completed.
All my insides spilled out
Plop!
Blood everywhere.
I tried to melt me
to shape me
but I dried too quickly
like that hunchback I am now deformed.
Then...
then I took out my brains
set it aside, neatly
to make space for everyone but me.
But somehow my wires crossed
short circuit
explosion was imminent.
Wires got misplaced
forgotten
lost.
For all I troubles they put me away
in a cold cold room
no windows.

Left to my own devices.
Left with nothing else:
"well may I could perhaps
be
me?"
Though shaped by this Frankenstein world
I am not a monster.
ill-shaped, wires crossed
I must find a way to be me.