Soma she said like one true thing
And all the tiny figurines
Were smashed back down to smithereens
The dreams of clouds & lambs & angels
Deranged & stranger now
Building a fort out of blankets & string
Commanding a room off the upstairs hall
I am the captain, you first mate
Tossed at sea & fighting waves
Seems ineffective shelter now
Candles by the bed smelling of ginger & pear
Sheets ruffled, toes underneath
And all the feats of strength
Combined with secadean time
Couldn’t pulse the muscle
Close your eyes, my dear, for one true dream
Something about adult seems akin
To carnival rides & painted tin
The cotton candy roundabout
And let all in stay all out
© Adam Bresson
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