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Breaking Even With Reality
Two AM is potent with dingy thoughts.
My mind burns with the dregs of
newt tails and tongue of dog
just a tad too
crammed with
Once upon a times…
With a tumble of lofty sopranos
Crumbling constellations
plus a few grains of rusty, hand-me-down luck
I frolic on dew drops and antique smog
Tangling stars in my hair
Purring a secret
All
about
you.
I fall prey to the it
As I try to hide deep inside Medusa’s eyes
buried in the grains of a desert of possibility
and the profound eternity of
Keys, locks, embroidery patterns, and severed thesauruses’
I will always be the shards of something broken
Not
Quite
Fixable
I find my breaking point
at the intersection of insanity and relative genius
And I pray for a single instant
where blue can be blue
and me can be me
and you can
just
be
you
I’ll wait for the sullen reflection of Neverland
To unravel in my hands
and gather in a clump in the corners of my eyes
and contort into a celluloid day dream
As I slowly but surely
tip off the point
of no return
I will only be awakened by
the dazzling zing
of the Jabberwocky’s roar
and the sweet tang
of the salty tears of the
mock turtle
and just maybe
by true love’s kiss
if there happens to be one left for me.
I take a bow
Because I will never stop
Unless I end now
Hiccupping in a straggle of blankets
and bits of expired excitement
and stale first impressions
I end up looking for the things I forget
but still want to find.
in a bundle
of sifting dreams
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