Another Time

Standing on this cozy piece of dirt, quite fullfilled.
Reality randomly penetrates fantasy,
as sunlight flickers through smug trees,
I have found a place to call my own.

A place to smell colors and live scents.

My black weight breathes angry post-it-notes
sticking on every orifice of desire.

Suffocating the essence in a pediatric row
of neatly, sweetly spoken words.
Overflowing honesty clings to the spine,
paralyzing movements, defying truths to hide.

What we ignited with lies, stays
twisted in the blue quilt on a lonely unmade bed.
Denying the squared corners your touch built.

Circles float in the room...
silent screams cling to the dirt,
as the bed floats away.

So long my love.

Fly off into  your incubated dreams.
I will stay on solid ground
cemented without glue.
Smiling through the dust of another time.
I reach to touch tomorrow and I know...yes, I know...