On a back of seeing stars
as the carousel turns cycles across the night sky
the world wobbles on its axis
and each blinking airplane
which I mistook for shooting stars
are arriving at destination
let go completely
The dogs are barking at the cow
as it jumps over the moon
the needle and the spoon make a stark getaway
in a drop top box of American industry
waves crash against the wet sand
and I burrow into the beach
crab walking to the hidden
watch as they dance within their machinations
slack jawed and love eyed
now watch as the rain drops start to fall
one by one
only to freeze -
forgotten in the winter
Requiem for a teenage dream