I am scooping dreamsicle icicles
Looking at the orange cup in my right-side-sink
Down at the red nightshirt
My skin saturated 100
Bursting citrus smack
Luminating into birth with a sneeze,
I am a matchstick.
Patient for a candle,
I am a star snacking on a solar system (ours)
A cosmic disaster clinging to natural.
And I am looking at the dreamsicles
dripping from the gutters.
It is better this way.