prog

Where is my sunshine?In the cool of day I circlein my funeral suitblack and ashenedthe cake and icing put on hold.Acid floats amongst the pillowed cloudsand I feel like snatching some injectionanother source of airas i swirl enclosed in my oxygenbreathing in my exhalation.Sometimes I wish the sky would rain goldfish and the sun would shine down yellow daffodils The blue brimming sea an ocean for my feetthe world my body-- my life.Alone in an empty parka rusty swingis a launching pad to my sky.