:: Boy In Corner ::

:: Tuesday, May 06, 2003 ::

Daydreams in the Key of O-Chem

"And as the nucleophile backside attacks the electrophile.."
My mind stretches out, searching frantically for something more interesting.
As my body slumps into a statue of flesh my mind grasps my head,
And pulls itself out to freedom.
Today, my mind manifests itself as a demon,
Black, taught leathery skin pulled over thin bone and muscle,
Fleshy wings beating, veins apparent, creating dark rivers when they pass the light.
Deep red eyes with no pupils swirl to life,
And my mind flies free, soaring, spiraling into the air.
The beast cuts throught the sky, unhindered,
Cool rushes of clean oxygen sends my mind wheeling in a midair cirucus act of joy.
It visits all those whom I have missed, sending greetings that vanish into smoke.
It gorges itself on feasts of ambrosia; godly morsels created and consumed by one and the same.
Its gangly first etches my poetry into the clouds, my sketches into the faint stars.
And it dances carefree
Reckless,
And absurd, jilted and wild movements casting my emotions across the land.
Tumbling through the heavens, in an explosion of neon white light,
The demon is gone,
And a little boy with dark hair,
A gleam of innocence in his eyes,
A passion for justice,
and a green alligator hat is born.
As my new mind savors television shows and memories of past loves,
He bounds through the inky blue and a newspaper dances into view.
The boy picks it up, reads for what seems like hours,
And a tear comes to his eye.
And I am myself again, illusions of innocence and a kind world gone,
Notions swept away by puberty and knowledge.
As the Earth cries out with the death of my innocence,
I am here and now again, every molecule sobbing at the tragic reality we face.
"And this is the basis of organic chemistry and Chem 3."

:: Rick Kitagawa 2:21 AM [+] ::
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