daydream life
(I)
in heavy voices
role play to oneself
be unafraid
to discover wyverns in the shadows of houses
ebon and amber scales crackling
bitter breath churning up
a fire of maple leaves flooding over concrete
take a mirage to marinate in
designate this mortal fight
an interesting cause.
(II)
drunk on the fog of phantoms
ideas steeped
stained dark with the fragrant wine labeled "Inspiration".
(III)
smelling layers of sour glue under wallpaper
rippled edges
damp from the persistent atmosphere
body heat
stale air which all but the owner detects
this one-room apartment is painted with bright posters
hidden beneath
tribes of bronze thumbtacks hoarding concepts
faded graphite
tawny paper
dog eared corners folded from gauzy fiber
hear the muse crawling on his belly
nosing between the tall stacks of thick graphic novels
beneath the tables with the fold-up legs
stirring up dust
thinned sunlight
white slats
note a hint of a breeze from the cracked glass, rattling
outside
no one wants to consider
the jagged pillars of the cityscape
or the awkwardness in participating in the day's social evolution
over this safe, familiar shelter
the comforting smell of self is rubbed into every dear possession.