Pleasant Mumble
Clothes
on living hangers,
walking ghost-like,
tells demons to whisper
more tigers and zebras
to my ears of earth
I writhe in fearful disgust
Vomiting demon brain poo,
I wake up and see
me
in clothes
on living canvasses
with invisible living paint
and
innumerous intangible color
I rise,
shake off dust, shaking
Night sky summons my eyes
I look and see
that it is a star that calls
I look and look some more
at the white and the light,
twinkle at the sparkle
of my eyes
I look hard
and see,
mirror-like-
me.
