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"My Body, My Bones" by Eric Wayne Flynn

Updated on April 28, 2014
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"My Body, My Bones"

Transporting flesh

The burden of our existence

Strapped to our backs

Tough having a spine

Imagine

Me as a jellyfish

Swimming in your brain

Only my words to describe the blob that I am

Tough being jelly

Tough being fish

Tough being man

Tough being alive

But man do I love it

What does a bullet feel like?

I hear it's hot

Must be like the knife into the butter

Mushing me up to goo

To jelly

Hot metal in ma belly

In the body I never asked for

I have to live

With my self

Till the end of eternity

Until I die

Im coming back as a bird

So you can see me in the sky

Flying, bye

Flying, hi

Afraid no more

Think

Of the adventures I'll have

Lucky

Me

Lucky

Free

My friend Bob says nobody is free, even birds are chained to the sky

Not I

I can touch down wherever

A clever bird

Trapped in this body

Trapped in these bones

Taking flight on white

Wings flapping as fast as light

Scribbling with my beak

No need to speak

Yet I say

Pessimism is for the birds

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      Jamie Lee Hamann 3 years ago from Reno NV

      Brilliant ending, excellent read. Jamie

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      Eric Wayne Flynn 3 years ago from Providence, Rhode Island

      Thank you Jamie

      EWF

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      John Hansen 3 years ago from Queensland Australia

      Eric I agree, pessimism if for the birds. Interesting poem.

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      Eric Wayne Flynn 3 years ago from Providence, Rhode Island

      Thanks Jodah

      EWF

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      Dana Tate 3 years ago from LOS ANGELES

      Interesting poem Eric, I often idolize the life of a bird they seem so carefree . Then I read the line where you wrote " Nobody's free even birds are chained to the sky" Never thought of it that way. Nevertheless since birds neither reap nor sow they have no responsibility so that seems pretty carefree to me...Yep, I think I like this poem.

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      Eric Wayne Flynn 3 years ago from Providence, Rhode Island

      That line you like is from Bob Dylan. I like it too, but also play with the idea that it is a pessimistic point of view to a degree too, but also very realistic, all depends on my mood.

      EWF

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      CMarie 3 years ago from York, Maine

      Seagull, you fly across the horizon

      Into the misty morning sun.

      Nobody asks you where you are going,

      Nobody knows where you're from. - Bad Company

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