Windswept rows of dandelions

towheaded lads taming the wind

flourishing within tall fences

row after row after row

dandelion boys pretending

they’re princes of the fields

growing wild inside dreams

untamed and scattered

in breezes, faces of sunshine

static light and air abounding

yellow buttons pushing earth

rooted on grass doorsteps

overgrown in skin of spring

puffed away in breaths of air

dimples exhaling spores

fragile shooting stars of day.

Welcome to Fairy Summer Camp.

Row, row, row.

All I see

from here

to there.

Empty rows.

Where are

all the

Fairies in

training?

Don't tell me...

They've left,

for-Neverland!

Row, row, row, your boat

Gently down the stream

Ha,ha, I tricked you,

I'm a submarine. 

Oh, wait there isn't any water.

Row row row your boat gently down the stream.

Head down to the end and finish it with a scream.

The water's churning down the river bead,

now it's time to cut off your head.

Now sweetie, don't let the blood squirt,

I really don't want to put on another shirt.

Ah yes! Such a fine specimen. Quite amazing!

Now the rest of the body in flames a blazing!

Time to find the next specimen, pretty one.

But times a running out, soon there'll be none.

Row row row your book gently down the stream,

head down to the end and finish it with a scream!

row row row your boat 

gently down the milky stream of dreams 

row row row until your far from home 

breath the fumes in 

tuck your eyes to sleep 

turn that bass up 

melt into 

chocolate chipped 

rhymes 

row them hips to the lyrics 

sink into the floor 

melt 

down into the carpet 

fall 

down 

into 

the empty 

rhymes 

and subtonic

notes 

jump into bed 

and 

row far 

away 

from the 

creaking 

doors 

of misery 

locked the door 

and 

get 

lost in the fumes 

let all the pain 

go 

and 

drop 

it low 

bring 

your hands to the sky 

and sway into tomorrow 

push them headphones 

deeper into 

my head 

and drown 

out 

the 

pelting 

thoughts 

row your boat 

gently 

down the stream 

of tears 

baby reach your epiphany 

Row row row...

Damn these thin apartment walls! They do nothing to filter out the noise of the Millers. Mr. Miller and his wife are having another row. It's the third one this week, and it's only Tuesday. They had a truly spectacular one yesterday at six in the evening. My pizza delivery man hung out with me for a few minutes to listen to them. He told me that he didn't think humans could get that loud. I'm glad that he is now better educated. I also had the distinct pleasure, and I use that in the most sarcastic way possible, to be woken up by Mrs. Miller screaming at her husband about his socks. It was four in the morning. I'm planning some amazing act of revenge. Now, it's about Mrs. Miller's "Damn nagging." If I'm feeling particularly vindictive, I record them on my phone and use the audio as entertainment for my friends. They sometimes come over with snacks to hear the Millers fight. 

Row row row...

I've put my clean laundry in a neat row, organized by type. This makes it easier for my to put it all away. The only problem is when I line up my socks, because I roll them up and put them on the floor in a long row. I sometimes forget about them and am only reminded about them when I trip and fall over them. There must be a better way to do this.

Row row row... 

The local college has a rowing team. They put up flyers all over town to advertise their sporting events. They're not very good, as they never win. Still, it's nice to go watch them if it's a sunny day. One of my more interesting friends will drag me to their events, and I usually make alcoholic beverages to drink during them. We're all too old to participate in the rowing, but we enjoy drinking well enough! 

call from dice,

sit

well arranged in rows

sit

in row

row

row

next to you women in white

left to right

not from right to left

children muses

don't know

waiting

silently

don't know

i will come first or you will come first

next to you women in white

loud voice come from dice

left to right

not from right to left

children muses

now we know

you will come

first then i

as headmistress

again crying

girl next to white

in grayish eyes

while

sitting beside

each other

row row row

number of row

with complete pictures smile

as moment of clicking picture

for memory

turn high

with unsaid silence

and cheesy smile.

I immediately think of "Row Row Row Your Boat." Then I think of the authors' meaning. Saying life is but a dream. I could not disagree more but cuddos to the fact it rhymed. Who's life goes gently down the stream? No ones! Who's life is a frickin' dream?! The mental picture is that of rowing! Work! But gentle cubical bullshit work..may be the lyrics were written for toddlers with gentle loving kind mothers who's kids needed to shut the hell up and sleep so their parents could row on down the frickin' stream.

Row's Point of View

"Row, Row, Row . . ." they said me, in an odd tone, as they were wheeling me down a hallway. I had had no clue where they were taking me. All I knew is that I am in an abandoned building, getting wheeled down a long hallway, while being strapped to a wheelchair. Could be a lot worse. We reached a door and they pulled it open. Now I realized we were in an abandoned hospital and I am in a operating room. Instead of surgical tools there are terrifying objects laid out on the table. Knifes of every shape, needles with various liquids, and a saw. Once I was in the room, they laid me on a table and strapped me in tight. Then, they put a handkerchief in my mouth so I could not scream. A man walked over to me with a needle and injected it into my arm. Everything went black.

Man's Notes: Day 1

She seems to be passed out and we can begin our tests. First, we have to dress her in something more fitting. Only a hospital gown will do. One of my assistants change her into something and burn her old clothing. Leave no trace of her. Our first test is to see how she will react to these new concoctions we made. They were all into these needle beforehand to make it easier. I pick up the orange needle and inject it into her arm. She wakes up immediately and starts to shake.

Row's Point of View

I wake up with this weird feeling, then I begin to shake uncontrollably. I eventually stop and am now extremely tired and go to sleep. I have also lost all of my clothes. My bare skin is laying against the cold table and I could see a hospital gown laying on the floor. I can feel someones hands on my bare stomach, pressing firmly into some spots. What was he looking for?

Man's Notes: Day 2

She seems to have stopped shaking and I can continue on. I now need to check her for something. Good thing she shook off her gown. I now began to press on her stomach and find everything normal. I will also check for anything else this orange liquid did to her. A tiny cut on her head from the shaking and bruises where the restraints were. Time for the next one. I inject the purple needle. Nothing happens.

Row's Point of View

I up with a third needle mark on my arm. What is happening here? He is in the corner talking to one of is assistants and I am alone. I am still naked on this cold table. He noticed me and walks over with a knife. Oh no.

Man's Notes: Day 3

She finally woke and know it is time to see what happened. Nothing visible. Lets see what on the inside. I take a knife and make a mark. Well her blood has gotten thicker as it is oozing out of the incision. She is no screaming and being try and shake free. I make a larger incision and still nothing has changed. I tell one of my assistants to sew her up, so we can move on. Next it green.

Row's Point of View

He walks over with a knife and wants to see what the liquid in the needle has done. He makes a incision into leg. I had no pain medicine at all and this was extremely painful. After he found nothing, he made the incision bigger. Still after nothing, his assistant stitched me up. He is coming with another needle. What is next?