ESCAPE -- ESCAPE-- ESCAPE

I've escaped the reality in the microwave
given the first day, we put away the lips
that needed to be swayed

its crowded inside with ageing forgotten
cartoon characters who talk in forgiveness
yet all seemingly knowing my deluded name

I see the ceiling is peeling
revealing that bedroom
the one where we came and came
through the oak door-with counted cracks
white thread paint hung by the marionettes

our dogs are downstairs
dressing as camels
spinning in bleeding obstacle channels

the 1939 glass lampshade
needs dusting
its the one you loved
a ufo worth trusting

laughing at records -worn and untrusted
warnings dripping in needle and thrusting
knee dropping moments tragic and lusting

bedrooms and bars
they are the scrapbooks still burning
Chapter two
chiselled into marble
the spelling of deceased
was checked by google

enslaved into reality
boxed unborn against the sanity