Inside This Mind
The pain of a thousand angels
from under the bed
fills her fingertips with
the empty needle pinpricks
until her joy flows overwhelming
and covers wrap us inside hiding us from nightfall.
The bogeyman, and invention of angry minds,
from those of us still crazy enough
to believe in love, can be a refuge for our betrayal
and the vegetarians weep for the peeled vegetables in oppression,
the Earth breathes slow death,
as fishes touch sunlit surfaces
the sharks cruise silently underneath.
Bubbles pop in the sky from children;
brightly colored beach balls escape Pandora's box
to touch hellfire, the tempter wants
green green grass and the gum in love,
dew drops kissed by faeries
worn-out shoes, and paper birds;
and the tear drops finally stop.
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