Watch it all build then fall to bubble
like boiled water within our coffee bathtub playtime
with a gaggle of giggling girls.

Our curiosity's peak was the movement
of blankets morphing to our will --
imagination trailing tall grasses on hills and valleys.

So soft, malleable, fresh
our patterns consistent to our instant thoughts
dripping like ooze from a grand golden time table
that swirled and breathed in time with athritic joints.

To catch breath, to hold it solid in your throat
and savor that crisp existences -- what makes itself known.

Wasted, spun, absolutely gone to drizzle,
my sense of silence is the smothering white pillows
morphing to the mouths of yawning trash cans
under microscopic statues.