i remember when i was an-
Invisible Pirate.
i dashed around in the fashion of someone who is awake
and has drunk too much red cordial by half
and maybe really likes hobbits.
i thought about winds, and tried to chase them.
and sometimes i ran into people who couldnt see me.
i tested the funny edges of outer space,
like only an invisible pirate can.
oh, and how i danced!
i was unaware and beautiful.
i was together with my best days,
in uneternal bliss.
but i was caught!
not by sauron, but by a moppet,
not a muppet.
red hair and lankiness and pinstripes.
and no appreciation for pure, undiluted silliness.
my disguise was ruined!
no longer a mischievous feeling in the air,
not hidden, like so many awesome things
(my brother, age six, hide and seek with katie and david)
not lost, like so many of my awesome things
(my favourite shiny tan coat, i got when i was 15)
but GONE.
nevermore, as my parrot used to caw glumly.
oh, to get back my adventures.
how we sailed!
how we defeated the oceans,
just my trusty companion and i.
we laughed and cheered at all life's turns.
and there were so many then.
we defeated but never pillaged,
and our triumphs were our own.
ah, to be see-through! and armed,
with a cutlass and a pistol.
i wish to poke at the edges,
and load trip-wires of silliness.
how i dream of my invisible days!
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