your little voice
Over the wires came leaping
and i felt suddenly
With the jostling and shouting of merry flowers
wee skipping high-heeled flames
courtesied before my eyes
or twinkling over to my side
with impertinently exquisite faces
floating hands were laid upon me
I was whirled and tossed into delicious dancing
with the pale important
stars and the Humorous
How i was crazy how i cried when i heard
and tide and death
are not equipped
to hold sand.
in prayer are
& sweet dreams
double as beautiful
but are not guaranteed
to come true.
After the flame goes out,
And the filter is flicked?
Because I want to go there.
Up through the trees with the smoke
Or into the lungs of someone searching for salvation.
I want to cling to clothes and hair.
I want to surround myself with life.
I want to be needed and wanted and loved.
I want to be someone’s addiction. "
Doctor: (under his breath) what a loser