Pine-apple is a bad fruit....
Make Mouth taste like pine and arms feel like apple.
Today is Tomorrow-Tomorrow.
As the Sea wash me and sleeping Snips,
I remembering Yesterday-Tomorrow.
Pine-apple make bad parking job.
I was going to write it a ticket, but
Pine-apple took my face.
I find new face in Museum of Wars.
It wonderful fit.
The Others come. They take me to Retirement Castle?
I forget what then. Oh well.
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My flops flicker, demanding I change direction.
I am not going there! I don't want to be there!
I swap the flops away. The re-p-aper facility is a bad place.
I went there once.
It still works, even after the fall, twinkling lightly, whispering, clanging, chattering, grabbing.
Looping thoughts, focused minds trapped in the metal, reaching their arms at me.
"I am Human!" I screams at them. "Stop handling my flaps.
Bad memories. Bad times.
I flick through the racing waters like a sea horse.
Snippy flips in my hands like a slippery salmon-lamb.
Snippy, my poor Snippy.
What have I done. I put Snippy to sleep.
Have I done this or was it this other not me?
What am I? Who am I? Why Pineapple hate me so?
Flapping through the water-tide I carry Snippy into the Sanctuary.
The Face-deprived Angel of Mercy watches over us.
I recacitate to the Angel-
Deliver us from the bad.
Bring us the good.
So that we may never regurgitate
The Angel weeps.
I miss Captain.
The dust-light in the air moves, flutters.
I hear the Fur Elise, it calls to me.
The song rings in air.
The Captain comes, translocating to us.
The Angel shatters with the crashing and banging.
My prayer Answered.
The Smile of Captain persists, timelessly, eternally, endlessly.
With Divine grace Captain glides towards us in a footed iron-clad tub-boat.
"Is opposite bath day already?"
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12th October 2013
Tagged in Captain Pilot Snippy