posed

sometimes
i feel as though i’m on display
in some long-forgotten store window
and i cannot scream,
“Can You Buy Me a Drink & a pack of Lucky’s?”

sometimes
i feel as though the claw marks on my inside
don’t scratch through
for you to see my welts

most times
i breathe my breath
and dream of passing out..or passing on
to a life where the colour of your thoughts can clash
with the thoughts in coloured marvel
ous scandal
and we are all just someones’ playtoys of their sleeplessness

© dld Dec 3, 2008

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