Innocence
Block out the noise that cuffs your ears,
From the wheezing lungs of another hungry man.
Forget your heavy-eyed mother’s rehearsed words
Seeping through the closet door this work night.
Arrive at a wonderful land instead by flickering flashlight.
Ride on the backs of lions in the spring air,
Step off a barnacle-clad dingy onto an unmapped island
Glide down the Mississippi away from the stumbling men on
the city.
Fly now, fly far and high before the flashlight dies,
Then close your bleary eyes,
Pursue sleep
And pray;
To the man hanging lopsided on the back of the closet door.
Spikes and thorns causing that hurt on his acrylic face.
Those eyes know your pain.
I beg you.
Draw away from the world of tear-streaked mascara
Of bruise-inflicting men,
Of just trying to make rent.
And pray
That tomorrow will be
A better day. 
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