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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Masquerade

at twilight you find me, searching
for the rosy glow of a long forgotten star
that soothes the eye of the beholder
and leaves me with delightful costumes
to unfold.

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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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.

Fleeting

as if you were there…

a stolen moment
poises
in the corner of the Valkyrie’s eye
while sacred wish
hides under her tongue;
dies
on her lips

as if you were there…

and
in a cold, neon world
you master
the art of invisibility

Suds for my Thoughts

sometimes i wish
i could
put my thoughts
into the washer
add some detergent
and watch them swirl.

a tumble in the dryer
and then

out
out, into the wind
watch them struggle and waft
on the drying rack.

when they’re tired and dry,
take them
fold them
and put them back

neatly aligned,
fresh
and unstained.

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Wishes in Blue

take me away
to distant shores
where waves crash
and the flood
takes my thoughts
to mingle with ocean’s dark blue

take me away
to peaceful beaches
where imprints in the sand
will be washed away –
and not stain my heart forever

take me away
to sweet solitude
where i absorb
the soft sea breeze,
become one
with the moon
and bury my body
in countless grains
to preserve
my innocent childishness

take me away
and i
will forever be grateful
for a moment
of peace.

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Parallel Universe

imagine…

daily grinding stones
myriads of duties
time
unwanted business
the time-lapse-world
aging
sickness
nerve-wracking phone calls
waiting in line
sadness

… you could escape
in the blink of an eye
if you only knew
how to find
the hidden door.

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