Island Of Misfit Kids

I once told you that I would be the
toad to your frog if you didn’t mind
eating wet sandwiches with me
I would have told you I had a decoder
and a phone in my shoe if it meant
that you would love me like a spy
Turned out I don’t like to be shaken
or stirred, I am a spilled cup of coffee
Pitch black like the insides of a coffin
Or the endless nights of grim horror
that come with watching our embryo
slip down a periwinkle shower drain
Dead baby sparrows and rotting deer
carcasses never bothered me before
Now I want to crawl between my knees
like they taught us when the bomb dropped
I just want to sew up this split atom
Swoop up all the fallen beaks and wings
Sail into the sun, tear down heaven’s gate
Cast out all the perfect angels and gods
Burn their eyes with cigarette butts
Invite the island of misfit toys inside
Make right the train with square wheels,
the swimming bird, and my lifeless doll

Published by subversopus

I am a loveable and squeezable poet and writer. I live in beautiful Oregon with my cat and boyfriend. I love long distance hiking and have completed the entire lengths of the Appalachian Trail (2002, 2014) The Pacific Crest Trail (2012) and the Continental Divide Trail in (2013). Please check out my blog, ThetigressAwakens.wordpress.com and my poetry only blog, Everydayoneironaut.wordpress.com. Cheers and have a kick ass day!!!

5 thoughts on “Island Of Misfit Kids

  1. I am reminded of an abandoned nursery. Where there was once joy sorrow has taken over and death has taken root among the last breath of life. I love that the words give me reason to shudder but also to think! 🙂

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