Is Mary a person, or is she something else? An insane poem about odd happenings. Enjoy. |
-Mary- by Keaton Foster I sort of know a lady Her name is Mary And quite frankly Mary Is absolutely crazy She lives on my street And for hours on end She can often be seen Walking in circles Mumbling to herself Pulling out her hair Clawing at her skin Pointing towards the sky Stomping upon the ground Expressing her anger At something unseen She, Mary Is not married She has no kids From what I know Mary has spent Her entire life alone Doing as she has done The cops have come Time and again But as long as she Is hurting no one There is, as they say Nothing that can be done The consummate observer Some days I spend hours Watching her do circles I often imagine What it is she is saying Why it is she is saying it How come she is cursing the sky And abusing the ground What is really going on In her clearly Screwed up mind What’s her story? And can I get her To let me tell it This What Mary has been doing Has gone on for years So one day I finally decide That I’ve had enough No more observation No more speculation I decide to approach Mary Wanting to ask her All the questions long since Circling in my own head Mary Why do you do this? Why are you here Walking in these circles? Why do you curse the sky? And stomp the ground? Unlike ever before Mary stops in her tracks She looks right at me With her vacant eyes And sincerely replies Who the hell is Mary? Mary Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015. |