Negative space
Rains on the brain
Washing away the detritus
Of other people’s dreams

Undressed of flesh
naked and refreshed
Slip into something more comfortable
like a cloud based species
maybe ants or bumble bees
and dance to the melodies of sunlight on the window pane

In between
Now and Then
infinite possibilites, lie
through their teeth
about could be
may be
should be
the if-only’s of fate
Hovering in the shadows
teasing desperation
like an afternoon stripper
with baby food in her hair

There is no way out
but everything is a lot
So find a comfortable space
and stretch your dreams
to fit your niche reality
Strip to your bones
and laugh
just laugh
like a Nihilist at an Anarchist convention