Sunday, January 1, 2012


Time has melody
Pixie dust and sweaty toes
Lights in floral florescent
Across fairy dust cornrows

I sway to the rhythm
Creating space in a brush fire
Seeping through layers
Of simple attire

A catalogue and kaleidoscope
Feeding shiny faces
Feeling the addiction
Of idolized places
Relationships to dreams
In a theatre of hums
Piano with guitar
Accompanying bongo drums

We are ourselves
Sharing between us
This strain to escape
Starving for fuel.

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