Lost somewhere in the dull
Hand drawn lines of a cartoon re-run
Thrusting brilliant hues on my bedroom wall
Shrugging at the newly arriving sun
The blood vessels in my eyes
Wind into my irises like a twisting highway
Blood cells racing from short goodbyes
Letting tomorrow erase yesterday
The cartoons' mouths move so mechanically
And seem so surreal when you turn the volume to zero
Like dialogues/narration/sounds are the catalysts
Injecting life into the ink and paper superhero
He saves the day. Denoument. Roll the credits.
The black screen glows subtly into the shadows
A sting of pain as I drop my heavy eye lids
Embracing softly like one would with an old blue eyed beau
The glow becoming the two smooth arms
Of that lost love who held my head long ago
Warm skin brushing mine, a shield from harm
The buzz and static are as reassuring and apropos
As being transfixed by the way she nibbles her lip
And realizing that she is a human
Which always seemed to strengthen her grip
The TV flashes to the next TV show as eyes rush open
Leaning against my soft warm pillow
I close my eyes and endure the sting that sets in
I dreamt you were suspended above me aglow
My shaky finger reached for the power button
Roll the credits.
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