Blue Moon

47) Gladiator

i'm alive if living

through fantasia world ends

is the truth

cleanse me of my

blue moonchild face,

milky way is in my eyes; they cry.

the world is smiling

outside my window

cheek me, it's my disaster

in the end (my world ends)

they pass through, like mosquitos

buzzing from one ear to the other.

nervous tick in the backs of heads, behind your ear

i hear: scratch me away - rash, endless scratch

if i am alive

then my life is my final disaster

clicking finger, clicking tongues

music was never therapy -

it just fills in the gaps between snap events

click your fingers (bring me back)

i explode:

blue fingers reel me back in

i implode:

the silence is a funny thing

when ceilings are your sole scenery.

i live in fantasia film reels

my life will be my final disaster

(i promise)

i'm getting going,

moving with the breezes

and tides of thoughts and hopes

(i could be a gladiator today,

                     what would you like to be?)

(3rd January 2014)