My life is
My life is a sticky smorgasbord of electric blue hats and unmatched socks and
wide open prairie crashes within cloudburst rain squalls that push unknown interiors
on my bewildered imagination; this sounds like a dog’s daydream utterance.
My life crackles with secret lockets crunching under the weight of heavy clogs dancing
a jig on the sun-soaked pavement; this tastes as delicious as a plump blueberry in June.
My heart seizes through imminent migration while baffled by too much day/shine
til the lights go out early on a September afternoon cued by expected thunder.