Retreating Meadow

Do not mistake this pit you fell in

For a rabbit hole.

It beckons, "Eat me."

Leave it be,

Leave it alone.

The cat is just a row of teeth.

The sneezing baby's but a pig.

Your cubicle's a flood

Of flat and pooling light.

You meant to pin Monet

To soften the grey surrounding.

You smell the powdered cheese

From chips the woman in the silky pants

Is sneaking to her mouth

The other side across the way.

You raise your desk

And stand and sit

And sit and stand

Until the numb like moss

Expands and creeps

To cover all.

Her skin's delightful,

Yet her lips lead to

A hollowness 

That won't be fucked away.

This dull affair will not

Release the colors

Or unseal vanilla streaks

Into the air.

Put down the vial.

Don't imbibe the potion.

It will only make you smaller.

Struggle on

To something real.

- 1/28/26