toon world

you drank coffee in that dream to try to wake up

my feet are cut up from the long grass flooding

into the creek

 

we looked up to watch an army

of hot air balloons carry their baskets of water

to somewhere unreachable

 

a miscellany of stars belong to the night wall city

right behind us

 

you let me in on your aching suspicion

that you mean nothing to anyone

even while you breathed in all that candy air

 

so we agreed that the only way to imagine the clouds

is to think of them as a surface on which we could stand

and that no one wants to be alive all the time

 

our eyes never left the balloons overhead

nor did the quantifying of our self-worth

color dripped from our mouths

 

april showers bring may flowers

but it just kept raining