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unexpected christmas gifts
by Kyle Anne Kishshortly before the wee
a.m. hours, i began
speaking in puzzles.
somewhere over the rainbow
sea gulls fly. if they can
live on scraps
why, oh why can’t i?
i want to be paid
top dollar as a ‘worrier’
at a fortune 500 company.
a mile happens within
an accident of home,
so put me out of my
misery and keep me far
from home ... for my own safety.
rain pelting on my skin
feels like lotion, as i gaze
outwardly at the inward
of what might be me
or could easily be someone
else posing as me without
my hat and glasses.
i painted me ugly
so everyone could see
all the jagged lines
within me, whirling
my mind through space
and time, until i spin
so out of control
that the only thing
left for me to say
is ...
help! my head’s
screwed on wrong
and i can’t think UP! 12/25/2006 Posted on 12/26/2006
Copyright © 2026 Kyle Anne Kish
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 12/26/06 at 07:32 PM I loved this! My favorite part,
"a mile happens within
an accident of home,
so put me out of my
misery and keep me far
from home ... for my own safety."
I wrote one, once upon a time, where I'm "sitting here in the rubble of a head on collision- pay me no attention- I'm just sifting through it- looking for my mind." this reminds me of it, alot. Loved it! |
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