Whoops, I died again, but
I was not out of quarters, and was
reborn, impossibly, and saw
myself as I wanted me to
to be, and it really
SHOCKED
me as sane as I’m capable of feeling,
and it’s beautiful to see that you’re not as ugly on the outside as you
look
from the inside, and that sometimes
you should leave your mind be,
do the things you love and
then
perhaps your twisted thoughts will set themselves
free.
But I won’t die for nothing next time,
when it’s for real
you’d better have paid me back
in
one-way tickets to unknown stations,
in
two-way thoughts exchanged in elation
at coffee tables under radiant skies,
in
stolen glances and raspberry breath,
damp sheets and the smell of the ocean,
in
shared weirdness and maddening honesty,
the mutual recognition of things beyond words,
in
cryptic dreams of the universe,
in
surprises that I hate, because they shake me loose,
in
teddybears and smiling ice queens, vanilla coffee with smells of the future,
wisps of spices around the corner, thoughts of eternity without the
paradoxes, and life.
Pay me with life.
And make mine chaotic,
so that I never grow dull.
Or should I be careful what I ask for instead?
Dance a little dance,
Dream a little dream.
Throw another coin in our
Fancy Life Machine…