Juba

Can you give me technicolor dreams
Or paint my heart in extremes?

I live inside a black and white
And stark expressionless room
Most of the time even drugs at night
Do not lift me to passion, instead resume
Dark memories of the void
As if the universe annoyed with me
Won't say my name, but asks
Where is your head at?

Now is the time for the visitation,
I am ready for first contact
The noise of creation
No longer deafens me.

The space between the stars
Is slightly greater than the distance
Between my last romance and the next.

Touch me. I am not crystal.
I will not shatter like glass or broken dreams.

You asked me to dance
But I just sat there
And wrote another poem.

I can not always tell who the heroes
Or villains are.
Who was that masked man, the one
Who came knocking at your door?
You wedged the chair beneath the doorknob
And hid in your closet.
Who gave you that nightmare?
Who made you afraid to sleep?

You burned with brain fever,
Lying awake all night
Until you gave me your pain.

Revised: Aug. 4, 2008