Abstract Scarecrow

 
I thought I had an opinion... But in my head I found only paper mache.
I imagined I was sculpted... Something more than a lump of moldy clay.

A wish bone not a fish bone stuck sideways inside your throat.

The sky changed shape shape... From green to deep purple & shadow grey.
Like nocturnal hauntings... Dancing in the clouds amid fractal minutiae.

A whirlwind of curtains falling liquid kaleidoscope memories.

A chemical taste residue... Still not quite fully integrated into my depths.
Travelling parallel worlds... Taming demons for playthings & monsters as pets.

A deep dream like a creek stream flowing molten lava melodies.