Vanilla World

I'm an adult, still splashing in a world of pudding
Dumped in its stagnant,vanilla pool at birth
Exploring,sloshing in it
lovely, creme-like aroma now is nauseating
its matter covers my clothes
scrambling out of them
turning on the faucet slowly,
drip, drip
soft colored moisture hits the ground
needing more proof
opening up the faucet
familiar liquid squirts out happilly
Nauseated and dizzy, the world is spinning,
my eyes not dancing, rolled in the back of my head
Collapsing on the ground, the spinning globe
begging me to explore and trash my past
Wake up, sustained from within
Acknowledging my life cycle
blasting out of it
talents and opportunities, trees and plants cultivated
natural cycle,
pollen swirling from these plants
itching incessentaly on this dry, windy day
inside, from my own residence
canopy of shade is blocking this midday sun
opening the outside door,
neighbors trimming their trees
In my yard, my plants are straining, bending against the wind
young seedlings in my garden blown away
Sturdy, strong ones remain
Machined wind...pilotless helicopter landing in the street
decision to sit through the natural cycle
wait for my opportunities
or pounce on this once
now, I'm 10 years old
a garage sale full of junk sold
$110, nickels, dimes, quarters in our black safety box
snap back to the present
pulling my hands out of my pocket
vanilla pudding dripping
I lick it, and smile
walk away from the helicopter
dropping into the pool, basking in the midday sun,
still floating, pissing in my vanilla pool
flavoring it with my personality