moonlit hailstones
SMASH
mirrors in the night
or themselves ?
i pull the curtains
to the dancing ghost
of eternity
who will leave no footprints
when the music stops
leaving me looking
in the broken mirrors
resting peace’s
for Schroedinger’s chair
medicinal shrooms grow
deep within rain clouds
pen missiles
strike
grey paper bags
like lighting pierces
black and white
releasing
screaming
puff clown smurfs
that explode
like fireworks
across SILENCE
if i could fly
would that be cancerous
or a abnormality ?
to smile for a mile
i’d turn upside down
to keep all the color in
i’ll get fat
as a paint ball
swallowing
in flight anxiety meals
water and custard
pastel bile
till my destructive
brush flicked blobs
trajectory
meets the grey concrete
membrane
that absorbs me
into its
munching canvas
© bg 2012