Mick Petchprom

Music

I walk into her dream
as the grass skips right through me,
as a shooting star jettisons into her eyes
and we are watching movies underwater,
where her sclera glows into November
and finds the Earth’s hands crumbling the night sky.
3 minutes was enough to experience 4 lifetimes.
In every one, my elbow was frayed,
in every combination, these two soaps created poison.
You didn’t know it, but you stole my shadow.
You wore it like it belonged to you. No matter,
I’m pregnant with another phantom.
This time, your body will be a flashlight.
And I will find my hands inside of your throat.
Because madness is medicinal.
And your laugh became the sound of freedom.
Each tether launched me forward to a past I no longer recognized.
The blade was actually a rainbow.
The rainbow was actually a blade that cut beauty into my day.
I couldn’t help but see your eyes in that fire.
How time turned to dust which turned back into us.

Mick Petchprom delivers food and works in a library. Originally from southern California, Mick and his family now live in northern California. His writing has appeared in the In Parenthesis blog and StreetLit.