the carpet is orange with little gray and white specks
like television static
the ceiling is off-white with the occasional stain
like snow the neighbors’ dogs have ****** on
I’m filled with the sound a plastic trash bag makes as it’s being tied up
suffocating out on the curb in the ***** snow
car exhaust staining the ground
oil dripping in little rainbow pools
they look like tiny universes, cosmic filth
the rings of saturn are only flecks of dust
each of my eyes is a planet for you to explore
each of my hands is a nation for you to invade
the stars are visible in every glistening patch of snow
the sun and moon are the eyes of god
the solar system has lent me its gaze
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 11:55 AM UTC