I remove my dirt by the handful.
I become inside-out feeling my way along this corridor
Wishing I was dreaming…
I’ve daydreamed enough to fill a short life;
A life short enough and more ephemeral
Than a dream.
I’ve daydreamed the best parts of life away,
Crowing under a blanket
Long before I
Crowed, like a plucked, dimpled bird,
on top of the fence I ride.
Put my foot in the muddy, marble pool. Then the other.
The chocolate is melting in the car
And I’m melting on my feet.
I’m a sliding person with a checkered past-
Instead of friends, I have contacts.
I was pulled through a shadow
Now, I’ve settled at the bottom of this cup.
Alright, buddy, it’s time to pick a face.
Social circus, adipose and dense,
I’m sucked into their nothing again.
Sucked on for nothing.