Botching For a Day
I had a dream
There were glass picture shows floating down the James.
For dimensional appendages danced along the shore.
Strawberry faced creatures cried with laughter,
as they pounced pocket ear receptors against the breaking currents.
Scandals, diseases, non-profit organizations?
Shrieking cries ricochet off the moon and head to the stars.
"They have found us before we found them!"
I hear the cries.
I turn to face the children of nothing.
My eyes begin to swell as their faces go blank.
I'm not their Savior, today.
I close my eyes,
Surrender to the darkness,
and yell "come with me!" "come with me."
Copyright © Jenny O'Brien | Year Posted 2010
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