Mathias Nelson --
I don’t see the sun or the clouds or
the blue sky. I see dandelions
beheaded, ant colonies
war because there isn’t enough room for sandcastles
in a land obese with children,
a boy flexing his forearm while a mosquito struggles to release its mouth
filling with blood until
explosion, peach fuzz turns candy red
heat fumes distort the distance
so does all the green,
brown roots always hidden
I made the mistake of digging
found a maggot riddled corpse
everyone’s best friend.
Am I more than human to you now?
Have you dug my falling tendrils?
It’s probably best to stay on top.
Keep living the dream.
You won’t see me smiling and
you’ll probably think I’m an asshole.
Wake up.
The sun is shining.
You just may see it
gleam off my pupil.
the blue sky. I see dandelions
beheaded, ant colonies
war because there isn’t enough room for sandcastles
in a land obese with children,
a boy flexing his forearm while a mosquito struggles to release its mouth
filling with blood until
explosion, peach fuzz turns candy red
heat fumes distort the distance
so does all the green,
brown roots always hidden
I made the mistake of digging
found a maggot riddled corpse
everyone’s best friend.
Am I more than human to you now?
Have you dug my falling tendrils?
It’s probably best to stay on top.
Keep living the dream.
You won’t see me smiling and
you’ll probably think I’m an asshole.
Wake up.
The sun is shining.
You just may see it
gleam off my pupil.
In the Daytime
