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 Mar 2016 Chase Anthony
Pea
12:31 AM
 Mar 2016 Chase Anthony
Pea
I look back at our late-night conversation,
It was the first time I've heard your voice
I knew I was the slightest bit of anxiety
My fingers were a little cold
And I might have felt it trembling
But when you spoke,
Your voice lit up the fireplace in the room
And my hands began to grow warmer and warmer
As your airy words go fluttering from the speaker to my ear
I slowly felt cozy and the bit of alcohol from a while ago crawled back up
My words were unimpaired and free
The simple exchange of nonsensicality and infinite laughters
When we said good night,
I lay in bed looking at the ceiling
But all I see is pitch black
So I think about the look on your face
As we laughed at your stupid stories
and the pitter-pattering around your house
I wondered about the future events
If I pushed the green button again
But I just stayed there,
And waited
'Til I fell asleep
and some animals didn't evolve, because they
thought higher things of the dream-world,
say bonsai felines, koalas, sloths, having
evolved we shouldn't have allowed a concern
for dreams, after all, there was mining to do,
wheat to harvest, concern for dreams obstructed
certain thing: firstly a privilege of the rich,
and when stated by someone of lesser "rank",
completely disregarded; trying to find the oedipus
but unable to find him: guten tag kaiser, wilhelm das zweite!*

i'd still prefer the laziness
of the diet of a panda
rather than complicating things
with food restaurant critics
and fussy eaters, i.e.:
eat this, or starve, your choice.
I hide behind the words on the page
Living the lives of characters from another's brain
Their adventures are my life
I feel their broken hearts
My hot, salty tears spill on the page with their words
Their pain is my pain
And their triumphs fill me with pride

I hide behind the words on the page
Because this bland world holds no interest to me
Because my life is sleep, school, work
And I want to live; not just survive
A conglomeration of twenty-three letters
Across hundreds and hundreds of pages
Is like love at first sight

I live behind the words on the page
Because I can see not just the world
But worlds beyond the farthest reach of my imagination
Worlds full of magic and love, glory and defeat, creatures of night
Where I can live an entire life in the span of two-thousand pages
Then do it all over again
The words on the page are the songs in my heart
And I cannot wait to see how the next one starts
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