the wheels of my sandpaper tricycle
have rubbed my legs raw
this road is so narrow
hedged in by an industrial garden

clouds caress each other
with sighs like bowling balls
my sobs echo off the metal sky
and rain falls like gunpowder

the flowers of my steel comforter
torment and tease my fevered mind
i lie awake, sleeping eternally
time is of the negative

the lamp emits a sickly glare
and slowly shrinks in terror
i hurtle slowly backwards
leaving my ice cream pail behind

my bed was flushed
into the icy river of dreams
twisted thoughts plummet home
in a single tortured gasp