Woke Up in Coldness

A bobbing ice-cube hits the edges of a heavy handed glass.
No time for the natives.
As the black snake carves its footprint on their landscape.
Sea critters have basic reading and writing needs,
But the writers block is heavy at the bottom of the ocean.
The fires that kill us slowly burn even in deep space.
Like two worlds colliding.
Floating like mushroom spores in spring scattered by chaotic elves with curved boots,
Shoelaces always tied up to their knee in a democratic society.
Friendly doors open up their tree home.
Shelves full of tea and psychoactive herbs and spices.
Electric truth ticking, toes twitching, to a musical mary J.
Who needs space travel to where the purple rain turns blue.
I want to do you as you do me,
If we don't stay friends i hope the ice cube melts in your mouth, not in your hands when you are thirsty.
I have an itch in between where i sit and the car seat starts to move and its that driveway again, the one i park in to dwell on drop offs and pickups.
How do i tell if i am a child in a grown ups body or a grown up dreaming, endlessly.
Hungry for crying enclosed 4X4's and spinning still thinking of the sun from a summer gone now.
I miss my ex.