1432 Northwest Giblet Street

 

 

sitting by the grass

hearing time float by

i wait for things to happen

looking down upon the sky

 

the sun swims rings

around the mushroom clouds

i spy the scent of clapping

from within the nearing crowds

 

a plethora of people

pass between my toes

Before i find what happens next,

I slip out from my doze.

 

I wake to find the land pitch white;

Winter has shoved in,

And roaches climb between my toes

Where once the crowds had been.

 

Realization floods my head

Of what has chanced to hap.

I want to leave this radiant place,

Lay in bed, and sleep.