Commercials are meant to make you want to buy stuff that you don’t really need. This one does an amazing job of just that as it features a kid crunk dancing to dubstep after her imagination is fueled by eating a spoonful of Weetabix Chocolate Spoonsize.
I suddenly find myself wanting a bowl full. Oh, and I’m compelled to dance with teddy bears.
silent outside. restrained voices
and murmur or muffle of sound.
incoherent. beating irregular.
inside. behind the transparent walls,
shutting out the silence, I scream.
Shrieking. Clawing. Gasping.
Glass breaks. Metal crumples.
Concrete crumbles. Water violently sloshes.
Am I really here? Still?
If you’re draped in red because of the day; if you’re awaiting the delivery of flowers, chocolate, balloons, or some other external token of affection today
Four walls and an echo
Down a long and distant hall
Four intents and no passenger
And a self-constructed wall
The alien greenery just outside my door is already blooming. But wait. It’s still winter.
An embryo with a bloodied nose
Paraplegics with painted toes
Diaspora with nowhere to go
And stranger fruits still unexposed
