Time Flies by Salvador Dali
1am Wednesday Morning
Yellow lines under the streetlights
No cars in sight.
Dancing, twirling,
Arms slicing through cool air
Two bodies out of control
Inches from colliding
Staggering hyserically
And clumsily laughing.
Our friends seem afraid
Of our intoxicating cocktail
Of sleep deprivation
And a Perkins platter.
Dream
Just past the woods,
High on Ideas
Have you ever been so high on ideas that every shape is a work of art?
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Coming down from a buzz by dinner, this is my DEPRESSION, my LOVE, my FAITH, my WORLD...
Dark with dancing dappled light,
And across the stream,
Winding and laughing over shimmering stones,
I leave my body in a meadow,
Pillowed and tickled by soft summer grass.
I float just above myself,
Translucent like bonfire smoke on a breeze,
And fly away like a dream,
Carefree and young with no fears of waking,
Ghosts of eyes open wide.
(published in "Spilled Ink", Volume 1, Issue 1.)
That every color blows your mind with an explosion of infinate possibilities?
That you can feel the light and taste the sky??
Wondering if my ex's stuffed puppy
Is flame retardant
As he stares at the candle
I'm not allowed to have.
