Nightmare Hippie Girl

There is an old song by Beck called "Nightmare Hippie Girl." I always liked the song and sort of had it in mind when I wrote this back at Missouri State.


She Doesn’t Like Labels

All these nouns are killing me, she said.
She likes to fly around the sun.
People, places and things have
always let her down, she said.
Taco, paper, toilet, planner.
Use them, eat them, use them, please.
More plentiful than icebergs.
More sad than biology frogs, floating.
What can a noun do?
I want to do something, she said.
Be a comet with an icy tail.
Take your world and your things, she said.
Put them in a pill. Understand them.
I’m not what I was or what I will be, she said.
It’s not the world for her.
She dreams of stars and stares at them
when they buzz by, trying to understand—
salesman, tech-writers, marketers, men.