in the trees lies a dream
in the breeze
of a melody.
i wait in the chair
stare off the balcony
rhythm of a
different kin
stoned to the floor
a boat. with blues
my toes float,
not to listen,
this is a joke.
sideways death throne
cousins eats scones
floats in methadone --
I can dream in a mumble,
I’m holy in the jungle
but won't jump off
the angry totem scheme,
til the sound goes soft.
i can’t
hear her
scream.
im runnin away
im holdin this canyon
in my hand,
one more tonight
hop over the
fire,
escape
plan