Crooked Smile

Crooked Smile

When I woke up this morning,
I realized my sun had a croooked smile,
Light entered at an angle,
Through my window for a while,
And time moved terribly quick,
When I believed that it should have been slow,
And then it trudged forward,
Like it had nowhere to go.
Everything that had color,
Was entirely vibrant and immense,
The air became as oil;
It was velveted and dense.
As I chomped into the air,
I noticed the strange things outside my door,
What appeared to be mushrooms,
Were much larger than before.
And they rose into the sky,
Casting brilliant opal and dazzling reds,
Shadows tinged with apricot,
Blazing yellow fungal beds.
Pidgeons sung nursery rhymes,
As they dropped from the sky,
My skin became as water,
I had ashes for my eyes,
As my body, there, crumbled,
At the foot of the Universe's gates,
It was not a crooked smile,
But a crooked smirk escaped,
From the sun for a moment,
As it beamed its brilliance on top of me,
And then the sun turned its gaze,
There all was a memory.
And the great yellow circle,
Flickering arms akimbo, opened wide,
Swallowed the aqua planet,
And it's passengers inside.
Perhaps, once upon a time,
In a fantasy or maybe a dream,
In a child's nursery rhyme,
Or the babble of a stream,
In the twinkle of a gem,
Upon the finger of the most happy maid,
In the belly of that girl,
Be my spirit, again, made.
But it's only a phantom,
A mere poltergeist or ghost I should think,
Alas, I peer at the sun,
Raise an eyebrow as it winks.



Invino Veritas
3/1/13
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