the one

it was this totally unreal place
a city with row after row
of perfect.

one side of one long street
close knit houses
so tight
you could wear them like a sweater
for miles long.

on the other side
a solid monotone wall
cascading all the way to the sky
all the way east and west,
blocking the sun from the city
an enormous collage.

i found refuge
in my fictional backyard
where i crawled through the thicket of bushes
a tunnel of branches, wrapped with leaves
that felt like a rape

but when i broke through it all
i landed, still floating
ever so gently on my back
like a butterfly stroke
expect it was in the air

through a virgin forest of tall, skinny trees
shooting up to the white light sky
holes of it all coming through
warming my skin

and below me
this perfect little stream
shimmering
pebbles beneath
i could just barley reach

before it was all swept away
when escapism can't last long
and reality settles back in.

a simple place at a simple dinner table
with my father and my brother
when i have to beg to be let free,
back into the dark city
where the sun
can no longer breach.

i take a red bike
to the the symmetrical streets
looking for the nightlife
when i found a party
where everybody's faces were blurred
and an overweight guy
with black dots on his cheeks
and around his eyes
says if i want to party
i have to earn it
so i let him lead me to the back room
where everything is only lite
by lava lamps and black lights.

when the over weight black dotted blur faced man
leaves the rooms for a second
i receive a message
but i can't tell from who
it says
you don't have to sell yourself for fun
when he walks back in the room
there's a tall skinny man who's face i can also not see
and he asks me if his friend can join in
when just then
i realize
it's you

then its black
just like in a movie
and pans out the window to the next morning
when i'm back in that perfect place again

waking up
wrapped in your arms
laying in the grass
of the yard

the sun is out
it's actually out
and i'm basking in it's warmth

when you look at me with this alluring glance
to only tell me you have to go

i say no
but you're already
fading in my hands
to nothing

but dust in a sun beam.

i stand up in a red dress
and bare feet

i'm trying to get home now

with a red parachute
that catches a little bit of the wind
but then keeps getting tangled

in the small trees
in front of the street.