When it's summer
wake me up.
I arise from the depths
of magic bean cushions and bespeckled
quilt-dragons breathe fire
on my chin causing my wire glasses
to fog and the purple moons and stars quilt
somehow makes me feel more secure,but the thought
of having to climb out of this cloud 9 bed and
face the fact that I'm no longer 7 yrs old, frightens
me to hell.

I take one more securing glance
at the man on my wall who is grabbing
his hat between his thumb and index fingers
and balancing on his toes, before I close
my eyes and forget about the world.

06/29/2009

Posted on 06/29/2009
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