cinnamon soldiers and that certain laugh

today has been a royally crappy day. and the evening was more crap laid on crap. So, what did i do? i made cinnamon soldiers to cheer myself up... and ate them all, which if you aren't familiar with them, is basically eating a whole pie crust with cinnamon and sugar sprinked on top. I can just imagine how my thighs are crying out in glee!
and then i called my long lost friend, who always, without question, tells me what i don't want to hear and did just that tonight.. (oh, i love you!) but, my real reason for calling was to hear him laugh because for some reason, his laugh gives me a sense of relief and when i'm feeling depressed and disoriented, relief is just what i need! (thank you!)

Some new poems. Tell me what you think... crappy or kinda good..??

1

i think i don't know it yet
but i will soon
and when i do
i think it will be amazing
and a complete shock
and not anything i would have expected at all
i can't wait, i think,
but i don't know yet.

2
i keep seeing them
all over town
in the streets with broken necks
in the grass with crooked wings
under bushes lying in shame.
i am angry, but only in afterthought.
i am startled, at first
mistaking it for a leaf
or stone
i don't understand
and i stare
and for a moment can see movement
on its breast.
and realize it is only the wind
dancing under his feathers.
i am upset
but why for just this simple,
lifeless mess of beak and cartlidge and
silky feathers?
i am upset
because it is death and death so
perverted and blatent
and i am unprepared.

3
climb into bed with me, my love
and kiss me sweetly-
tell me the story of our love
and then we'll dream....
of all the things we'll do.
and then
hold me
and laugh with me
and remind me that this
is fovever.