rambalant musings

Here's the game of exquisite corpse we played at The Gypsy tonight:
on the other side I was wee-dancing in a pixie house
skip, frolic, making mischief among the lilies and tiptoeing upon the dew drops
In the center of nowhere but yet the middle of all without a care
for my safety anymore--no more
And so, throwing caution to the wind, we all remove our shoes and run wildly through the streets
mindless of the broken glass everywhere we end up in the ER on crutches from damaged feet
I borrowed from my cancerous grandfather