You must be careful, big people say,
of Buggywassels everyday.
Buggywassels, what can they be?
Do they look like rinosofferouses
are they smaller than a flea?
Well I have seen them, and I can tell
they’re scarry, warty, and they smell.
They often come from sewage drains,
but sometimes through aches and some times pains,
sometimes they drop out of a tree
and slip and slide through revelry.
And when they come then everything goes:
they’ll snitch your shoes and snitch your clothes,
and snitch money from your father’s banks
and take your pills and guns and tanks
and when you’re sure that’s quite enough
they’ll snitch away your other stuff.
And when they’ve snitched you night and day
and took your thinks and what you say
and snitched your gadgets, gears and goes
they’ll snitch those green things in your nose.
Oh me, oh my, what should we do?
This is prepondrous if its true.
I put the question on the net
and hoped that I might truly get
some insight — but got only junk
that twenty thousand people thunk.
Until I got a message from
a tiny child who sucked her thumb:
her mother wrote it down for her
without a comma or a slur.
She was from an African tribal place
and sent this drawing of her face.

Buggywassels, she plainly wrote,
come like this drawing and this note.
They appeared two times just last year
and stole my father’s chandelier,
and stole my momma’s credit cards
she used as wind chimes in the yard,
and stole my crying doll you see
with her controls and battery.
Then stole my TV and my games
and took my books of weights and names
and everything that they could find
except the pictures in my mind.
So that’s what’s left, but its enough,
I play with sticks and rocks and stuff
and make up worlds and draw and write
and dance in circles half the night.
So if those Buggywassels come
don’t shoo them out or make them run
just give them all your stuff and junk
that packs your mind with glop and gunk
and let them open up that place
of freedom that’s in empty space
for through it comes those songs that fly
through Earth and sea and stones and sky.
With that I took the junk I own
and piled it up outside our home
and drew a sign to show and say,
“This is a Wassel take away.
And now I write and sing and rhyme
and draw and paint most of the time,
then hug my momma and my dad
and say don’t worry or be sad
for if the Buggywassels come
having nothing much is fun.
Now they don’t get it, but when they do
they’ll have more time for me and you
and be happy to be free
to dream and write and dance like me.

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*Ah, what to say? I love simplicity. To me it is the same as clarity and lightness of being. Growing up in America I became quickly satiated by intrusive advertising. It became so bad that you couldn’t sit down and eat a peaceful meal without someone calling wanting to sell you a new improved paste to prevent your dentures from clacking. Ahhhh!

So I packed up and became a wanderer in countries where I couldn’t understand anything anyone said. That way I could pretend they were all brilliant thinkers talking about the true meaning of soul and its place in a multidimensional Universe.

I love writing for children… you can just let your imagination run wild. “Unless you become as children…” I see the immanent collapse of materialistic, industrial civilization as a great blessing, opening up space for true human happiness. Come on Buggywassels!*

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  • Kristin Reynolds
    Kristin Reynoldsalmost 4 years ago

    yes! when our house burned down to the groud, we literally had nothing left. I have never felt so free.
    now, we have little stuff—thank you wassel’s for keeping us light!
    :) awesome story, blake!

  • Ha… even your house burnt down! What a wild journey you signed
    up for. I respect you deeply! The Wassels have visited my house
    so many times they even took the floor and walls and roof. :)

    – Blake Steele

  • Kristin Reynolds
    Kristin Reynoldsalmost 4 years ago

    lol yes, we have a pack of them under the new floorboards—and they are wearing all our socks and are writing with all our good pencils! lol
    yes, in 2001 the house burned to the ground, 13 months before that, our home blew up—a puffback (woodstove/oil disaster) again, we lost it all. lessons you know. now we know! my lessons always seem to come heavy. journey indeed. thanks all the gods for it.

  • Isn’t that the ultimate defeat, we are actually thankful for all our past pain? Ha! as Rilke said, we are defeated again and again by greater and greater Gods.

    Now I am soaking my soul and body in innocence of being… it seems to be the happiest
    and safest portal to wild worlds of every dimension. There isn’t one dark power that does not tremble with dread in the presence of unconquerable innocence.

    That was Wm. Blake’s vision too, from innocence through experience back into a wise innocent wonder… blameless, everything faced and forgiven. Beauty, beauty, beauty.

    – Blake Steele

  • Melodyone
    Melodyonealmost 4 years ago

    This is a pure delight to read! I admire your creative versatility and your thought-provoking, spirit-affirming ideas. :)

  • Thank ye kindly. And may the Buggywassels rob you in the nicest ways.

    – Blake Steele

  • linaji
    linajialmost 4 years ago

    GENRE: writing and digital art
    November 2010

  • Oh thanks so much Linaji! The Buggywassels have made
    plenty of room for all kinds of new things… even honors
    from Vavoom! What a blessing!

    – Blake Steele

  • Ellanita
    Ellanitaalmost 4 years ago

    Ohhh yes, this is really something I can relate too…great write, great awareness and wisdom…blessings Ellanita

  • Thanks Elanita! Should I wish the blessings of the
    Buggywassels on you? :)

    – Blake Steele

  • Alison Pearce
    Alison Pearcealmost 4 years ago

  • Ah… thanks so much, Alison. May the Buggywassels be with you. :)

    – Blake Steele

  • evitaoz
    evitaozalmost 4 years ago

    delightful writing blake! I reckon you would love this

  • evitaoz
    evitaozalmost 4 years ago
  • Thanks Evitaoz… yes, that’s beautiful. Strange how much effort we must make to allow what is most natural to children. I love to hear about all works of sanity in the world.

    – Blake Steele

  • Alison Pearce
    Alison Pearcealmost 4 years ago

    Blake, have you seen our current writing challenge? Would love to have your particpation! Details here

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