My weirdo tribe

I look for you looking for me
Like Frieda Kahlo I know you are out there
As weirdly gloriously fabulously poignantly painfully raw
As I and I

You dance with your foil hat at midnight laughing away your life
As you watch the real nut jobs go by caught by invisible webs of self deceit
The huddled masses more sane or less than what

And us
We watch and learn
Dabble and depart

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s