A Sampler Of Realms

Let’s see…

Eyes open slowly

cold ceiling stares back

alarm bleeds into the grey

static chokes the quiet room.

Velvet shadows swallow perfumed air

candles weep in silent prayer

welcome to the beautiful decay.

 Leather jacket, grease,

staring past the seaside pier,

engine idles loud and clear.

The world is a mirror that dawns with perception.

We creat the world we think we’re in.

How can there be anyone else to blame?

Calloused fingers trace the nylon mesh

eyes measure the low, bruising horizon…

mending for a sea that never waits.

Cracked plaster mirrors the fractured sky,

anchored by the heavy, cheap mattress

dreaming of a door that opens into a desert.