I Live In a Forest.

I Live In a Forest

The forest was a grim place of

Destruction.  The night is dim like

A lamp.  Stars want to come out to play,

Like the rodeo that they are.  The wishing

Well is damp.  Someone had fallen in it over

Ten years ago, and their ghost haunts the water.

Sometimes, you can see his face if you stare

Down into it, and wave.  Sometimes, waving

Makes things seem better than they actually

Are.  The distance is the becoming of it.

The distance is grand, and flocks like the

Ocean.  The waves are turbulent.  Surfers surf

On the surface of it.  A locket, a dangling necklace

Of greed washes on the shore of the waves

Of the ocean.  The grandness is in the theft.

Some days are better than others.  Other days

Are bland, like apple sauce or bad vibes.

We seek what no one else will seek.

The darkness is in the light.

The light knows that.