Not sure if I posted this before, and too lazy/tired to look. Found it with the old computer files. Funny how the same things always are. Every fear is the same fear, every failure to connect coming from the same unwillingness to open the connection.

Suspension of Disbelief

We were borne away
on a cloud
of sighed promises,
eating each others’ words
like bonbons
and before we knew it
reality had receded
The gutters running with urine
had become crystalline brooks
The boarded-up windows
were revealed
and reflected
a brilliant sky
But the parade
of ghosts
could not be stopped
and they filed through
our fantasy
reciting every lie
we’d ever heard
and every lie
we’d ever told
until the color was drained
from our beautiful place
replaced
instead
by darkness