Crayon Walls
And so today I again bleed
from the things that keep me to dream
Things that beat me up inside
and leave me swollen in a daze
Things that slow exist in this space
and send my mind in a maze
That numb my heart in all its parts
and detail of the linear of no love
Of fridges, cabinets, benches and freezers
that swallow parts of me and delete me
Of straight boundless corridors that collide
and leave my body sore, bruised and tired
Of dangerous chemicals and cytotoxic drugs
that beg and bite at my latex gloves
Of clever devices so accurate and precise
that I detest and wholly despise
These are the things of this crayon world
This space I work in and live in
Things of this artificial little world
Where real they seem but they dream
Where crayon walls, floors and doors
leave me with crayon thoughts
To leave me to suffocate in a way
as I bleed and dream another day.
15.10.06
By dissolvedlines
© 2008 dissolvedlines
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