hooked

there are things you’ll never escape from -
visions that will haunt you the rest of your days -
voices that will sound and resound in your head.

the opportune time rarely arrives,

i keep striving to keep my soul awake,
to claim the passage of time.

i am madly in love with life - the cacophony of scenes -
some real and some imagined.

i am truman
i am walter mitty
i am alice in wonderland

one pill makes me bigger
one pill makes me small
one pill makes me feel nothing at all.

wild oats
pretense becomes reality
complete strangers pronounce our destiny
and prophecy our love.

all that really matters is the pursuit of truth
but we are birds on an electric wire,,,

i can never escape from st. mary’s lane,
from a note buried in the woods,
from bunk bed fantasies,
from love at the edge of a cornfield,
from raggedy ann at a racetrack.

i am hooked to purple shag carpet
and a world of my own.