Reaching

Slippers sneaked pillows through cantelope floors while
Filling my muscles through ocean cream doors in the
Hopes of revisiting whales through snores washing
Snorkels of tuna through cavity shores as I
Fished up my snorkel with cantelope fins and went on
Breathing under tomatoes and gin hiding
Sandwiches hidden in snorkels of fear with the
Snores whale watching in oceans of tears when the
Tridents went hiding my spine with my spleen while
Watching my canvas in case I turned mean but I
Spun on my spleen and I tickled my spine and I
Puckered my lips when the shores came benign in my
Mind I re-camphored the floor from below when the
Hopes of tommorrow filled icing with snow in
Depressing my dreams I reflected awake while
Smelling of camphor collecting in cake in
The fields of birthdays nor slumber nor wake in the
Shadowlands wandering giving and take till
Depression fills in as I'm filling myself with all
Sugars and salts in the freezer and shelf till I
Exercise demons to flush them away thinking
Controlled temptation the very best way with
Community calling and searching me out when
I'm outside myself as I flop like a trout while
Resting and working I'm trying awake in the
Flowing and flopping to communicate through the
Ice floes of time and the sunny day thoughts and the
Haywire thinking that gives me distraughts as I
Reach out my room reaching outside myself as my
Reality reaches outside my shelf.

Denis Streeter 5/23/10