I wanna be in a world where
an orange dragon roams about
above me, breathing hot-red
jalapenos on snowflakes coloring
my skin on an artboard
of crunch crunch geometry.
I wanna be in a world where
climbing a park's spider web
transports you to a pirate ship
which must be defended from
scallywags scaling the side
railings, but I guess some
can become friends.
I wanna be in a world where
little aliens ride rocket ships
along an invisible wave and
Slip spice over my mind.
I wanna be in our world.
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Waiting for the Rain to Fall
PoetryPoems that twine thread around the broken bits of a soul, that fling umbrella lips into beaming buckets and kind of just make you want to say, "life is beautiful, isn't it?" - a totally unbiased review from me, the author.
