Flashing reddish lights
drizzling in pink
on the white ceiling,
circumcircling the bright spot.
Mislaid bricks
braking the lost tires,
    shrieks.
As a distant freckled face,
    intouchable,
preventing the happiness of our lot.
Sinking in lissome,
darling fantasies,
stringed intangibly together
in succulent creeks.
Never dosed nor waked,
ever doubting all realities

Elliot J.