Where I Belong

Sunset dreams take me by the hand
And fly me a place where the mustangs run.
Where cranberry chap stick paints lips blue with heat
And humidifiers on cold nights rain rooms dark red.

Pill bottles line up like prisoners to the gallows
And cat ears twitch with bodies melting like candles in the sun.
A red debutant dress swirls around the dance floor
While stage productions mimic lives gone by.

What is this place, where dolphins play?
Where USB chords connect humming purple hearts?
Alarm clocks scream crude lullabies in my ear,
And like so many thoughtless days,
I use scissors to cut out paper dolls for friends.

So here I am, trembling,
While track-ball mice run races through my muscles.
Like a puzzle piece never finding a place to call home
These burgundy daisies call memories sanctuary,
Having headbands hold thoughts in while split ends are cut away.

This is where I dance,
Where black-light rays hold in silent repose.
Shall inhalers huff breath into dying lungs,
In vain, while salt-flecked breezes clutter them up?
What a place, where keyboards spell playing cards...
Where I plunge over glacier-melt falls into my coffin of CD songs.

Nail polish shall clean off memories of cologne sented days,
With hairpin sutures in my heart and mint candies burning down my throat.

But here I find that this is where I belong...