Something Old

A little off topic...

I found this poem I wrote a long long time ago...

strange

...after reading it I remember so many things about that time so vividly, things I had long forgotten...

it came up while I was cleaning out my computer -- apparently I ran out of memory.

So I had to delete files and I found this among the dusty corners of the hard drive

interesting to find some stuff you created years ago

like the time I ran into the comic I used to write when I was 11.

I'm posting this for my memories (as I often like to do, so I can one day run into them and look back on some things in my life and laugh in embarrassment, coo at memories or ponder with wonder).

Once again: for the memories:

The Uberkrept

Steer clear of the Uberkrept:

Eschew the kind that measures time with bottles

That reek of yeast

And, calls five hours passed midnight,

Laments over mistakes and spoiled

Time

On One humid evening, before the contract

Expired

And the mice turned into rats,

And they ate the moon

The wonderful moon,

…The one you loved, that made you cry…

Like the spice from cinnamon hearts,

Evaporated in a pot, like a cloud of dry heat.

Once the suction sealing the lid to the pot

breaks

and the cloud steams musk into your eyes,

blinding, burning,

what was once hot and sweet became dry and painful

Like that Uberkrept

Who wronged you, hurt you, clung to you and

took more than you could give …and you want it back

Who gave you nothing, and left you with everything you wish you never

had

Who stole your moon and ate it

But…

You still have the Sun,

Too hot for rats to eat, like that sad, Swiss cheese moon you once loved

It burns them and warms you… long live the sun. The sun after the moon.

So, Feuer schmilzt Käse, sowieso

(No more Uberkrept)!

Side note: I just noticed how much food references I added... I guess it's always on my brain :P

Keep positive, and move forward.

Each day you make choices that lead you to your own personalized tomorrow. Is it going to be better or worse? You decide. Will you act good? Or will you behave badly? -D.H.