On a Paper Airplane Over a Morphine Ocean

On a paper airplane over oceans of morphine
and among clouds like asbestos
is when i finally open my eyes.

I was fine last night.
I was more than fine.

I take the thin sky
and wrap it around my shoulders;
I wish to
close my eyes and see the morphine turned to ambrosia,
the paper turned to feathers.

Once upon a time
I could have done that.
I still could if I really tried, you know!
But life slowly sucks out your ambition -
first your dreams, then your motivation,
and finally your innocence.
All of that lanced out to be
put in the IV bag of a monster
we thought we'd slain long ago.

And so I cover this paper with words,
desperately and desperately,
choking the life out of that pen;
I hope this pattern of letters will be enough to distinguish me,
so you will always know me,
so I can get returned if I am ever lost!

I am hoping it will all come to something,
somewhere,
someday.