"I've got dreams like you--no really!--just much less, touchy-feeley. They mainly happen somewhere warm and sunny on an island that I own, tanned and rested and alone surrounded by enormous piles of money." -Flynn Rider, Tangled
11. Apollo, I know June is marathon month. I know your training regiment; it’s on my fridge, over my desk, and somewhere in my phone. And if I want more detail, the whole thing is on the internet. Scientists spent centuries calculating your precise routes, your start, your zenith, and your end. The whole world knows your schedule, and I am well aware that chaos would reign should you change it, but could you please move the heavens so I can take a nap at three?
"I've got dreams like you--no really!--just much less, touchy-feeley. They mainly happen somewhere warm and sunny on an island that I own, tanned and rested and alone surrounded by enormous piles of money." -Flynn Rider, Tangled
12. Sunday Sonnet No. 2 Uncertainty is my new middle name. It sits, a child in tantrum, on my tongue. My roommate, cryptic girl, says ‘watch your lungs,’ but ne’er explains the rules of this new game. By text, ‘I’m diagnosed!’ does she proclaim, and I, by splinters of my rage am stung, for news is never given. I get swung about by words that hardly form a frame.
Is it so wrong of me to want to know? To comprehend the mess that she is in? Without the picture, painting, photograph, I cannot plan, can’t walk through this tableau. But fine! Just send the crumbs left in the tin. ‘She told me naught’ will be my epitaph.
"I've got dreams like you--no really!--just much less, touchy-feeley. They mainly happen somewhere warm and sunny on an island that I own, tanned and rested and alone surrounded by enormous piles of money." -Flynn Rider, Tangled
13. Like the sun is starved, new spring heat eats my vigor leaving me dried out.
"I've got dreams like you--no really!--just much less, touchy-feeley. They mainly happen somewhere warm and sunny on an island that I own, tanned and rested and alone surrounded by enormous piles of money." -Flynn Rider, Tangled
The sharp shard of a shell slices my sole, and red seeps into the sand, spills into the sea.
The salt stings in my cut, in my eyes, and an ache anchors me. Every old laceration bleeds again.
The sea sings, sweet music in the swish of waves: a siren song, a spring freeze. I freeze.
Her shark fin circles in the soft, red sea.
"I've got dreams like you--no really!--just much less, touchy-feeley. They mainly happen somewhere warm and sunny on an island that I own, tanned and rested and alone surrounded by enormous piles of money." -Flynn Rider, Tangled
15. The grass threads through my toes, and the wind combs my hair. Spring’s great hunting horn summons me outdoors, where I belch.
That’s nature y’all.
"I've got dreams like you--no really!--just much less, touchy-feeley. They mainly happen somewhere warm and sunny on an island that I own, tanned and rested and alone surrounded by enormous piles of money." -Flynn Rider, Tangled
16. How does confidence grow? Does it grow like a maple, steady, sturdy, slow, and strong, or like a douglas fir, fast, hard, straight as an arrow? Does it wind like a vine, tenacious and hungry, or bloom like a flower, with vivid petals and delicate veins?
Maybe it used to, but the concrete jungle is grown from steel, from concrete roots and glass leaves. Through my hard, transparent canopy, I see how unkind it is to plants.
"I've got dreams like you--no really!--just much less, touchy-feeley. They mainly happen somewhere warm and sunny on an island that I own, tanned and rested and alone surrounded by enormous piles of money." -Flynn Rider, Tangled
17. How nice it must be to indulge in sunny afternoon naps, the scintillating scritch of grass, the soft comfort of a firm hand, a body with warm, close pressure. Would that I could stretch, luxuriate on the carpet, and curl up as a cat.
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"I've got dreams like you--no really!--just much less, touchy-feeley. They mainly happen somewhere warm and sunny on an island that I own, tanned and rested and alone surrounded by enormous piles of money." -Flynn Rider, Tangled
18. Oh, the joy of a breath well spent! An exclamation, an exhalation, My mouth on metal, air rushes out, and the bell of my horn resounds so loud, that all the block’s dogs join me to shout a shared call of joy to the heavens, no doubt.
"I've got dreams like you--no really!--just much less, touchy-feeley. They mainly happen somewhere warm and sunny on an island that I own, tanned and rested and alone surrounded by enormous piles of money." -Flynn Rider, Tangled
19. Sunday Sonnet No. 3 - an Ode to my Hometown, Plutopia Nostalgia paints a perfect picture here of pleasant play beneath a pristine sky, but as pale ice cream lightens up root beer, my mem’ry turns the darkness from my eye.
Back then, I pranced upon the asphalt streets, a charming ribbon curling through my hair. The photographic haze of age made sweet the radiative taint of honeyed air.
Past cookie cutter houses I once biked, past repetitions of the nuclear dream. Here, isotopes and retro life alike, live on forever, somehow in esteem.
The horrors wrought here ne’er will fade away, but I ignore them for my childhood days.
"I've got dreams like you--no really!--just much less, touchy-feeley. They mainly happen somewhere warm and sunny on an island that I own, tanned and rested and alone surrounded by enormous piles of money." -Flynn Rider, Tangled
"I've got dreams like you--no really!--just much less, touchy-feeley. They mainly happen somewhere warm and sunny on an island that I own, tanned and rested and alone surrounded by enormous piles of money." -Flynn Rider, Tangled
21. Collegiate rowers row on beat, steady, ready, all in sync.
I pushed off the gravel shore paddling faster than ‘ere before.
And now, never will I meet, my deadlines. Red lines will my papers greet.
"I've got dreams like you--no really!--just much less, touchy-feeley. They mainly happen somewhere warm and sunny on an island that I own, tanned and rested and alone surrounded by enormous piles of money." -Flynn Rider, Tangled
22. My body is brass— brash, strong —shaped of crass metals, leaving fly ash.
My shield is nickel, my skin is tin, and roiling oils tickle the fickle parts and pieces within.
Crude and rude— this body mine, but I breathe, and the breath, the silver song, makes silver the horn. My silver skin shimmers; life makes me divine.
"I've got dreams like you--no really!--just much less, touchy-feeley. They mainly happen somewhere warm and sunny on an island that I own, tanned and rested and alone surrounded by enormous piles of money." -Flynn Rider, Tangled
23. I bought new shoes— black, black boots, roomy in the toes, with knit ribbing, quilted leather, shiny, silver, zippers, and black, black souls soles.
"I've got dreams like you--no really!--just much less, touchy-feeley. They mainly happen somewhere warm and sunny on an island that I own, tanned and rested and alone surrounded by enormous piles of money." -Flynn Rider, Tangled
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