Cradling youth in my trolley cage,
I crawled in among the bags
and boxes with my new play thing.
I sat absorbing drama in the aisles,
with exhibits of food displayed for sedation.
I resolved the boredom of breakfast cereal
with another cheap plastic toy
wrapped to stop me from choking.
All the lampposts blurred into memory,
in this suburbia nothing seemed real.
At night I clung to them, my toys,
as defence against the nightmares.
I sold them into unaware prostitution,
satisfying my darkest desires.
They covered me with cold water kisses
while I teethed in adolescence.
I swore my soul to silence,
pretending false virtue and purity.
They were wide-eyed and dead,
loyal without whispers of mutiny.
Finally I placed them to rest, locked away
existing only as prisoners of my mind.
In the confines of my Kindergarden
I shed baby skin, as every breath
draws me closer to stillness.
The apple of youth is given to decay,
with the frozen touch of adult reality.
My Lego cocoon crumbles in age,
time strips away, evolving a new essence of me.
My childhood burns in the ashes of yesterday.
"Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too? "
"Here chewing your tail is joy"
"Take nothing but pictures. Leave nothing but footprints. Kill nothing but time".
"Do not listen to a word I say
Just listen to what I can keep silent"