Insane By Lissa Howe

4/16/04

Numbers surround me,

Three plus four equals what?

I can't think they cloud my head,

Books talking to me,

Computers saying HI,

Exclamation marks jumping around,

Stars fall on my cheek,

People talking in different tongues,

I'm going insane!

Help!

I'm marching with a hooded figure,

Smiling faces on balls boncing about,

"I'm going to get you."

Floppy disk trying to tie shoes to helicopters,

Above me they fly saying "You're surrounded!"

Kids Jump on trampolines,

An eraser chases me erasing every thin in its path,

It catches me,

Erasing me,

My shavings flow with the breeze,

So calm,

So mellow.