the day dream must have misspoken
about where to place the trapdoor moon
I followed the yellow brick road
but when I got to the end of the rainbow
I was lost in the clouds
an airplane with no landing gear
an artist with a blank canvas and no brush
someone wants me to be it
but they are afraid to tag me
I’m hiding but no one is seeking
so let the rain drop down from my third eye to my soul
and form an absolute puddle
and in a mad stroke of evaporation
form the next illusion
the latest illusion
Published
The Rambling Locksmith 