I.
A little hungry, a little dazed
Wandering through a watercolor city
Scars darkening, bruises swelling,
Hazy how they got there
I should find a bench
A rusty nail hanging off the side of the seat
Like a cigarette from a woman’s mouth
Scrapes my heel
I move on
Underground, beneath my newly discovered bare feet,
Seismic frustration
Not from any train or machine
Rather from the earth itself
Warning me to wake up
.
II.
A little skyscraper scrapes the bottom of my heel
I am now atop the city
Larger than I remember
Cannot see anyone down there
Unaware of my destruction
The burden of an ignorant giant
I dread the retaliation from miniature soldiers
Instead finding complete submission
Remorse and guilt
I had hurt someone I had never met
Listening to their whimpers as I closed my eyes
.
III.
Back on the ground, alone in my room
With the closet door that hangs ajar
A parade of clowns await me on the other side
I am a kid again, scared
The blue glass of my fish tank reflects
The image of a man in child’s pajamas
Humiliated at the sight I surrender deeper into my mattress
And cover my eyes
Very hungry and very dazed
I hope to sleep and I wake up
