Poem 28

A hulk full of lulls
carries me down the hall
low music and a world full of hurt revealed
through the cracks

bloom

through the rooms
Hauled down the hall
to the brown leaves
this pill wont kill
or hurt


who are you
far and full of wonder
going under

Walking to the autumn-spring forest
pink-path

The forest leaves brown
cracks
serenly letting in the melodic-light

what a day for a stroll and levitation

the music sings so softly below my ears
there's time to stop and stare
at your countanance on my palm
blue green grey

stern
portrait

your countenance. . .


I open up and close my hand
To the flurry and warm wind

still walking through the pink forest
warm weather is blooming

I get ready for flight
and close my eyes
wake up

a few feet away

I can't fly passed the electric-ocean serene clouds

"wake up"

I'm a few feet closer

"wake up"

but havent gliched over

gliching from white room squares
to pink-forest again

I can't fly over no matter how much I try
I dont want to wake up on this side

my shoes cracking the leaves under


"Oh, I remember the flight, now how hard I try"
forever in this dreamland

glitching to windowless white rooms and back :
forever