lazy day daydreaming

and so here i sit, head lifted, arm pulled back
holding stones, scoping out bits of broken glass
or perhaps a mouse to throw them at.
they'll end up bouncing off the sheen side of a recently cleaned dumpster,
pouncing through bitter-cold air before
skidding across small holes on the concrete floors
once more
and stopping.

tick-tock
tick-tock...

a clock occupying the space above pinched skin
just inches below my wrist
died a while ago, so when my eyes
glide down past my closed fist, they're watching
idle time

but here i lie, on this sofa, pressed against an upholster
under a couple of wanted posters
among cluttered clusters of rust, i must've mustered up just enough to keep warm in the face of an imminent storm
the icy white swarm is approaching...



approaching was a wide-eyed driver of a stolen coach,
she motioned for me to board, to
abandon my hoard in order to forge a gorge to our
pre-ordered salvation
overly excited and full of animation, i noted
"let's go home", she boasts,
"we may have to squeeze through valleys and pounce over mountains, but we should keep going until we've reached the coast, and we'll board a boat and get as close as your inner most desires might hope to inquire"
but a choir of letters embedded in red
sped through my head,
so i conjectured an interjection and begged my thoughts
to tread lightly through this unlikely trough,
in spite of my desires, a plight - disguised as a flight of fancy - was required...


there was nothing i wanted more than to dance high up on the shore and
stand there like a lord, trumped by only the sun,
glancing down onto the land where boredom was a chore,
gritting my teeth as i see that this side is rather sweet, being more like a
heated four-course meal concealed in a scored gourd
all the more reason to oblige her ordeal -

but now my body is quiet, and my mind just can't sit still...