Eat this, & we'll all be fine.

Like cattle,
they herd.
Flocking to higher grounds, trying to escape this newfound
hate for water and everything green.
But that is not what this means;
you cannot waltz on this road steady and unseen.
All paths lead to your future
so, this fuzzy sidewalk couldn't mean anything more.

You seem to be slightly Japanese,
with slits for eyes and your
mistaken phrases and contextual language.
The purple trees in your garden
smell like Heaven, but could
never feel like you do,
never uproot & run away like you do.

Callouses warp membranes,
and hands fall limp,
eyes shutter shut until their last glimpses of light
crumble like pencil shavings.
I've come to hide from Holidays.

Four leaf clovers turn milk baby's breath blue
and I can't seem to decipher reality from truth.
I thought I made a coat with
wings of stardust that
taught me to fly,
but it must have all been a dream.
But what happens when my yellows, reds, and blues
mix with my hunter greens?
Should I accept my new place in time?
Do I dare believe it?
Oh what a sad boy this one must be!
that carries a balloon in his breast pocket.

I don't ever care to see smiling babies;
or frowning ones for that matter.
They remind me of dead owls
when their heads spin all the way round
to stalk you with unavailing eyes.
Oh take this prize I'm giving you
& run.
I never said I could take you under my wing
and now you've gone & died.
So long, I call from your putrid bedside.