Lightbulb dreams

Who? Who?

All I see:faceted dreams

Sparkling a thousand suns bright.


Years of crinkled paper/littered art/stained fingers

Rusty pages after dark-


My first sunrise


Life blooms in the oily sky

Red on orange on yellow on pink

Blue. Green. Purple.

Bookshelves sold miles high with my lightbulbs.


My pen/silver slashes on paper/white

And it bleeds-


Bits of my soul meant for falling into the eyeholes of intimate strangers.


Sunrise leaks out of my canvas gaze


Who? Who?

Who will I end up?

I don't know/ will I ever know?

I hope not


That will mean I have run out of lightbulb dreams.



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