Kinetic

Lifting you from your seat
with telekinesis...
Leaping up the building
with acrobatic style...
Filling the void
whilst biting the wrist...

Walking on water
between lines of cherry-blossomed trees...
Pulling heart-strings
with deftness of fingers...
In space no one can hear screams
except mine...

By the row of streetlamps
I am waiting...
Always late evening
where I am...
The sound of ethereal
when I listen...

Waking in the drivers' seat
of the truck at the intersection...
Riding the motorcycle
through the downtown...
Flying in the saucer
lifting you from your seat...

I am the coat-rack.

I am the chair.

I am the mug.

I am the arsonist.




©c.thomas.carter Feb.2009