in the land of OZ!
And just so ya know, I, identify OZ, as the land of
Kansas!
And right now, it's brewing in from the
Wicked Witch of the West!
Those crazy wild clouds, dark and descending,
a cauldron of brewing storms!
The boney fingers of funnels!
The luminous pink light, peeking through the dark shadows of
the gray green clouds that
remind me, in my dreams, of
Wicked Witches!
Her green pallor skin!
Even when she was riding away on her
bicycle, with Toto, in her basket!
What a horrid woman she was!
To actually steal a beloved pet!
It's just how I associate words and images!
When I was little and watched,
The Wizard of OZ,
I was traumatized!
I was!
Those Monkeys
gave me nightmares for years!
They robbed me of my voice!
I wanted to scream! But the scream was silent!
Just like in a dream!
So, that is why, when I mention,
something wicked, coming in from the land of
OZ!
It's just my, imagery,
of how I associate a dark green storm
coming in from the West!
Kansas, Wicked Witch, The Wizard of OZ, the Monkeys!
Dark, evil forbidding!
The stuff that makes
a child, scream,
silent screams
in the night!
But, by today's standards,
OZ, is a piece of cake!
Speaking of Cake!
I'd love a piece!
