Reaching out beyond the dream of what you thought was real, spinning on this ball of life, head now under heel. Ready to die, to live this life so raw, alive on ledge- dancing, hurling, freeing your soul to finally stretch the edge.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Home, Sweet Home

crawling across the jagged carpets

blood seeping from the walls

ceilings swallow the animals running

down the flooded halls


refrigerator is baking

moldy ice cream cones

dishwasher splatters psychedelic mud

on the siren piercing phone


Ring… ring…


Hello?


(Shhhh… don’t let them hear you in here)


tree crashes through the window

bathtub fills with rain

buckle up, we should probably go

car's driving up the drain


alarm clock sings a lullaby

she eats the cotton candy floor

the roof falls down and crushes that lamp

there's no answer at the door


Ding…dong….


Hello… can you hear me?


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