Green Ground

I’m running away to a land without stop signs. The drowsy old man stands in the corner of west and south. A woman, ostentatious, is screaming over pearls. A boy with a hat and a deck of cards. They all sit and stare at the foreigner, a stranger lost in my own mind. A sleepless snow. Grass green as the dollar bills that don’t exist. Paper unexplored, empty shoes. Trees take the place of birds, singing us to sleep. But it wont come, our eyes can’t close. I’m running away to a world without faces. Chairs without spaces. Days without places. Floating down, down, down, 

to the green ground.

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