Sleeping is bliss
I rejoice in the end of day
stumbling through the door from
of smiles and “how are you”s
“that'll be 7.89” reverberates in my ear drums
oh, when I can find my favorite folds
of my childhood raggedy blanket
these days the kids from the schoolyard
can't tease me.
They're consumed with
their skyscraper typewriter jobs
My pillows are my alcohol
such a clean escape
my showered hair
and there in dreams I find the strangest things.
The sea that stole my lover far away.
He rides on water wings towards me
Like sunbeams his fingers caress my lips.
I hear laughter like wind chimes
and see red hair skipping towards me
my little sister who
left this world before she even came into it
but there she laughs and plays with
the blue bear I bought her
she never touched
it or the world
she would have
changed it and shaped it
Then she, too, is gone
from the corner of my eye
by the time I turn back
I can only seem empty black
Today I realized that maybe
So God on high
man on the moon
fat peaceful man with nipples showing
anyone who is listening
I'd be just fine if my time here was done.
I'm not afraid.
'cause what could be so bad
about a place with no sun
but somehow light all around?
When I see Christmas lights I think of you.