Origami

 
Origami
sweet sedative leafs
of marijuana
paperbirds
in your hand
at the windowsill
hanging unseen at
the window.
Yellow, blue,
red...
the girl plucks them
clean of bones,
their tiny veins
and tiny hearts thumping
like candy, like sweet
numbing cataracts of
gold. Flying, dead,
still and silent...
the girl has  dark hair
and blue eyes,
soaring above heavens
and daydreams of the
origami birds to sail across
the sky. Her heart is made
of yello and candy
and her eyes are icicles
and she smiles with lips
blue as the sea.
Her nails, blue and shimmer
dancing she is, inside the halo
of that time never comes back.
A balloon explodes and a
skeleton of a dinosaur
swings in the Sunday afternoon.
Virgin suicides, dance the dreamsong,
her heart is a maze of lullabyes
and of snowcrystals.
Paperbirds in the windowsill,
origami dream.