pohm

Riding in a Suitcase

riding in a suitcase
feels like knocking on your door
my feet creaking on the floor's
wood boards
at night
 something just isn't right, still trying with textured might
 warranted progress effervescent, will surely drown
 in metal lighted town
i want to ride the pink highway
and read a good book
i want the pages to be open
sentences my way with understanding looks
 if i'm ever fully understood
 complete with standard limbs
 i want to grasp my cherished flight
 and give thinks for my wings in hymn
I'll clutch my pilots in birdsong
I'll try them 'til the end
 while the bulbs are flickering in and out me
 i'll search with neon sight for bright light
 if a box appears too tight around me
 i'll suffocate just like a candle would
my Hummingbird will be stolen from me
she's one of my greatest concerns
inevitability has a way with that
will i ever find my ferns?
 I am the candle creaking
 I am the candle creaking
 I am the candle creaking