normal.

yesterday i wished a dream
of some new place i'd never been
where what you see before your eyes
may not be pretty, but it doesn't lie-
where you're no longer
constricted
to a rhythm off-beat and out of tune
you deflect the spear of dryness
piercing throat and lung
your steps are no longer heavy
and out of time
you're impervious to
the spell that clouds and disguises
that transforms all thoughts and words
into evil whispers
and despairing cries of intricate sorrow
a place where you can escape from
the blank canvas
the stretch of white upon white
the evidence of success that has
passed you by;
where the lost spirit
that drifts about the rooms,
seeking desperately to cling
to something, anything at all-
has a place,
and you don't have to search
to find it

may 16, 2011