she stood on the edge of the blue-black whirl of below
and gripped that mustard yellow stalk,
she was such a brave girl;
she was quite absurd.

with her plastic red shoes
she jumped right off that slim black cliff,
a pocket book and a career,
she jumped from her thesauruses, and
she jumped from her fears

and i swear when she hit the bottom,
the sun did explode
into neat daisy rows,
and it felt like the BC's, the ABC's,
when letters meant everything;
when jesus wasnt around.

honestly she smiled
as the clouds pushed her down.

a.a. addicted to uneccesary, you all need to think more.