Crawl into a quite corner...

We drift away at times
deep into fantasies
Some healthy;
Homemade cures
to make bitter realities
more palatable

I drift away frequently
carried off by the music
that massages my heart
through earphones big enough
to drown the army of voices in my head
My portable dream weaver

I imagine that I am Him
That confident one
able to walk about with a sureness
that remains just out of the reach
of my pleading fingers
Yet still in view of my admiring eyes
defiantly parading the misery
my tattoo was meant to disguise

Carried away
emerged in fantasy
where I sit myself beside
the beautiful girl on the subway
whose chestnut eyes
almost make me forget who I am........
Her gaze meets mine as she
bites her lower lip and I
allow a smile to play around the corners of her mouth
She brushes her tongue across her teeth
crossing one leg over the other
and with a colorful, voiceless expression
sends my heart rushing to meet hers
above clouds
"i could float here forever"

Tell myself anything
Aching to be anyone
Longing for the day I am able
capable
of playing the role of

 

Orlando

 

and not just

spoken

The anonymous expressionist
that reaches out
for a connection
with someone who can make sense
of the jumbled thoughts that
vein red eyes
and stain fingertips
a telling yellow-brown

Crawl into a quiet corner...