On The Far Side Of Neverland

on his sandpaper skin
you could see the scars of
all those missed trips to Neverland —

all those moments when
he wanted to be Peter Pan
but could not bring himself to fly

& with his earthbound grip
he built his foundation, solidly
on the slopes of a childhood dream

while his twinkling eyes
still sought Peter Pan
in the ever-changing skies.

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Iced Earth

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there is a part of me,
crystalized;
hanging from a longing cedar bough ~
trapped in layered stillness
& waiting for (the) spring

when all i want to do
is ebb and flow.

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photo credits: antacticimages.com

Neon

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dreams cling to neon signs
& drip
from the city’s countless eyes,
dismissed.

i blink ~
tape butterfly wings
to wishful words, while
tomorrow ends in yesterday
& night takes hold.

fly…

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photo credits: google image search

Technicalities, Submerged.

sitting through this blatant lecture
of how and when and why
i doodle seahorses &
flip my mermaid’s tail – in time
to inward seaweed smiles.

at 8:34am i pray
(through glyphs and flowing ink),
that my hand will always be small enough
to fit into
reality’s gaps.

Wish Upon A Star

there is laughter in the deep —
a skin-tight, voluptuous shooting star
emerges
from a bed of toxic waste

there is laughter in the deep —
an overripe serenade flutters,
sprung
from the pit of my stomach

there is laughter in the deep —
and pinpricked lips
kiss lilies
upon my cheek, forbidden.

Life 2.0

manicured nails chip
scratching society’s flawless surface
& thoughts turn rObOtiC
while we frantically count ourselves
through the days (1:35:40 until dusk).

we have to squint to see the sun
among exhaust fumes and pesticides,
neatly fold dreams into filing cabinets
& spasm home to the guttural sounds of
late afternoon traffic.

isn’t it time to
inhale the mud
and breathe roses
upon stainless steel?