5 Aug

there’s this empty stadium in my head
and crowds roll in;
a reverse river flow,
turning wall outlets into ghosts with two droopy eyes and an uh oh mouth
turning a sandy beach of castle dreams into quick sand.
turning sweet voices into avalanche,
there’s this place;
a nothing,
a dark nothing,
a dark silent wonderful nothing
that suddenly appears
that blows everything to smithereens
i reach for the the lever on the side of the sofa;
the kick back breeze. 

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