Coocoo's Nest

December 20

 

COOCOO’S NEST

 

 

I ran away to join the zoo hoping a life contained would
calm me.  The segregation hit me first;
isolated exclusively with those of my stripe
drove my thirst for diverse scents and opinion. 
Next, the monotony of the landscape bore into my brain.  The well-meaning effort of the keepers bears
the mark of folks who go home at night. 
The blandness of the food and music lent nothing to the experience, and
antiseptic could drive anyone wild.  The
final blow, the one that struck constantly and coldly, was the stream of
observers waiting to be entertained.

 

 

Embrace plain
tools and fine minds.

 

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Home Fires Burning

 

I have trouble living with myself,

that is why I live with you.

It takes my mind off the things I don’t wish to face.

 

What I can busy myself within your service

lightens the load of expectation heaped in my DNA

by my Higher Power and Fate.

 

Worry is time consuming

and I wile away hours fretting over you

and all your unresolved trifles

while turning my back entirely on my life.

 

I couldn’t be happier to have you,

though from the corner of my eye

I glimpse God packing your bags.

 

Vlog: http://youtu.be/EPIQNgKAmmY

 

You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane
and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault

http://www.amazon.com/Sober-On-The-Way-Sane/dp/1440417342/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1388576888&sr=8-1&keywords=sober+on+the+way+to+sane

http://www.amazon.com/More-Lines-From-My-Life/dp/1448677203/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1388576956&sr=8-1&keywords=More+Lines+From+My+Life