Diving in the pool to
never touch the bottom,
wheels blurring as legs,
discarded training wheels rusting
somewhere down below.
A note refusing to expand into a song.
Silence. Silence, but for popcorn
being chewed once & yet again,
leaving nothing of ourselves behind.
A mirror thrown away for reflecting
only what was real.
A star pulled down from the sky
granting no wishes
only
begging to be spared:
it was eaten anyway.
Fireflies turning colours
only seem when hands
press into eyes, pleasure
for the blind.
In the end there is only flesh.
Rummaging through corners and floorboards, finding not what was wanted, but instead discovering
ReplyDeletesome unknown, some parlour
that belongs to someone else.
The note found attached to the board,
means nothing in this language.
A palid green fills his eyes
as the man in green discovers
he's been found.
Vanishing into what never was
the man in green does not hesistate
to turn tail and run leaving
all he had where it still was
only
he forgot the gold;
and the man in green
curses again, sharply.
A new home, a new hole,
the man in green comes and goes,
but to those who know
he's lost his gold, a pot he'll
never find again.
Until things get brighter, he'll always be the man in green.