There Isn't Any Place Like Home
Sleeping on a plane
a pane of glass and
staring up into the root of a tree.
waves roll
Thunder waves roll
They swish, swash,
Waves eat sand and spit sand.
White moon painted light stretched out across an endless horizon
and the pale liquid cream green sky
A star sits on the thick black line on the tip-toe top of the sea
There is no direction but a wind in a vivid dream
and no mind but to know the truth
Watch
the face
that tick tocks
And like my father I will never wear a watch
Filled to the brim so with
electric magnetism
Floating above my sparkling eyes
A see saw
A Balance Beam
Pivoting above my Rose(nose)
Light and a Vaccuum. |
Submission Name: Insides
