Unleash Your Best Imaginary Friend

By M.H. Squire

Of many of my invented people,

I lost all but one to be a sheeple.

Truthfully, I lost when I hid my pride.

To save him I work with him to wrangle,

words that pass the sad eye of the needle.

My friend he survived but I trapped him inside;

found him a place in the trunk of my new ride.

Imaginary lungs, he needs no breaths.

He has bonds that restrict his greatest stride,

he is not moved to speaking nor to drive.

My mind puts on his straight jacket with finesse,

with those strong straps tied tight, he has no egress.

My mind does not work though those bonds are imagery.

Not thinking with him leads to unawareness,

And being with him makes me so careless.

Where he was polite but so contrary,

and spoke with a great vocabulary,

A gag stops his speech, his words once abounded,

He’s kept so quiet an unseen alley,

His half-thoughts, can’t cross the widest valley.

The burden was not from how he sounded,

back when my first creative work was founded.

With help from my friend, I brought words to be.

The meter was placed well and counted,

while words flowed like lightning they were all grounded.

Wildly we would cross it to be set free,

and it led that group, the herd, to hate me.

The cows in the herd, they were so blocking.

Even though I would try, I could not flee.

I then decided to get along to agree.

Sometimes when you could feel him by talking,

It’s what I needed and was quite striking.

It would feel good to dream up my memoirs.

The strike had ended much to my liking,

I started to dream up new ways of writing.

Musical, he helped me with all my bars.

imagine him in the dark trunk of my car.

Unleash your best imaginary friend too.

They’ll make a million wishes where you are.

I hope they will raise you high up to stars.

I am not a cow, though I like the suits.

No matter what is worn I like reboots.

Okay I have made my decision.

It’s about my time, go back to my roots.

To root where I can and grow and let loose.

It doesn’t matter when I made that scission.

I was young and was wrong for that vision.

It has cost a lot I’ve seen the invoice.

The expense I made for that fake prison.

let fall the cuffs of my made-up person.

Hey, it’s me, let me finally rejoice!

As I stretch out my body and speak with my voice.

I’ll say so myself that was your best choice.

A choice that you don’t have to defend.

Unleash your best imaginary friend.