FaTG

The yellow bricks were wet with rain.

I slipped and stumbled into a nearby hole

I swear I saw a pair of ears on the way down.

When I landed I discovered

The sky was huge and open

Expansive, marbled like a temple ceiling

I wanted to pound my fists into the mountains holding it up

Just to feel the roar of them cracking.

Every room, every face is an empty box

I am in someone’s attic, pawing open every one

Labelled dishes or winter clothes

What shall I do with my coat, I wonder.

Every place is so far away and feet are the only way to travel

So I reach in and grab a handful of the chain

Winched tight within the confines of my ribs

And I haul myself forward like an anchor floats up. 

Every step destroys a tiny town

I think I placed a nose ring on my bullish heart. 

Watch me walking through this battlefield

With a spinning head and stardust under my fingernails

And puppet strings on my hips. 

Issue a challenge to my skull, I will meet it head-on.

Take me to my bed, I tell my feet, but they would rather see the world.

When night falls and they are ready to rest

The corner of my room will be empty

Except for a twin-sized piece of carpet bordered by dust bunnies and lint raccoons.

My bed will have gone off on an adventure

And it forgot to leave me a note.