kreativpolycap

A young lady goes for driving lessons. Her feet are well on the pedals. Lady:    what happens when I lift my left leg? Instructor:    the vehicle will move… Lady:    what if I lift the right? Instructor:    the vehicle will halt… Lady:     and what if I lift both legs? Instructor:    (smiles kinkily) you get your Driving License first thing tomorrow!!!! Don’t ask me how…. try it…..

I hear voices Sounds, shouts, screams Sometimes mellow Soothing enough to have me lay At times thumping, rocking Nerve racking It feels as cracking my cranium But the breaking gets me up Letting my brain flow out juices That bleed onto this paper Am shaking The words channeled through are tremendous I can’t get to choose properly Am afraid of being arrested And charged with misuse of words But the juice is blotting the paper Crying Are there any deprived out there? The blood is too much, I need a bank But I won’t donate The voices, the juice, the words, the blood….. Lay me in a fantasy Ecstasy, I can’t stop Please hold me, am loosing it But yeah; I am words, they can’t stop it.  kreativ 060411