if grass were blue
and sky was green
in the oceans open field
i'd float in dreams
to the outer banks
of in between
under a chartreuse sun
in waves of tangerine

as pink dolphins*
come together as one
and sing out loud
to the purple sirens song
near the jagged rock
where the sailors warn
of the changing colors
of the coming storm

i'd still think of you
as if grass were blue
on the changing tide
of the oceans hue
as i live by
what i thought i knew
with sky's of green
*and grass of blue

Stay calm.
Everything's gonna be alright.
I think.
Maybe.
Sometimes.
****
Will I be okay?

I see my bed as a landscape;
There are dips like valleys and
Hopeful mountains just begging for
The bird's eye view.
But I get to see it properly,
Burrowing under and waving at giants,
They live there under the natural formations
Of empty gaps, the hollows under hills,
bigger than those spaces
Between stars and time and
Smaller than those between a child's teeth.
They pinch and bite.
If I wait long enough
The open maw of the open world
swallows down my closing thoughts,
My head thumps pillowed lips
And sleep chews me up and spits
Into the morning, so I groan and clutch
At hidden things in dotted gaps, holding on.
I have ran out of toothpaste.

All it takes is a moment,
And all my happiness can fall into despair.
In just a split second,
I can go from having the best day ever,
To just another day of the week.
Equally though,
I can slip from an anxiety attack,
Straight into euphoric insanity.
But it isn't all causeless.
Yet the effects shouldn't be of such a great intensity.
It's like my emotions are hyped up on steroids,
And I can't keep them stable for long,
Before they return to this up and down,
Roller coaster ride called my life.