the world is orange

tangerine and carrot-glazed

I’m soaked in a sea of sunsets

my feet drenched in fever

I am dreaming this day

because this day can’t be real

I’m counting: fifteen tomorrow’s

arriving like a bad stream of consciousness

I can’t tell what’s real anymore

bathed in this orange strange

strange orange



  1. contemplativemoorings · May 26, 2012

    Some moments seem so out of time and place…
    Well captured 🙂

  2. slpmartin · May 25, 2012

    The poem and image work very well togethr…such a view would create a certain amount of anxiety.

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