Tomorrow I Got You

Panoramic flowers tickle my eyelashes

And I’m lying static against the windowsill

Watching Fall turn into Autumn

Knowing that if I close my eyes upon the flowers

I can picture falling

Merely asleep so as not to worry

Over the details laid out for situations to come

Of falling to the sky and not the ground

Wondering where oh where will they send me

There is green and there is blue

Copious colors I clearly remember disliking

The mortician gives roses to your cheeks

How accepting we are and will be

A lifetime of avoiding multicolored hues

Paint me into the wall just so I can have a glimpse

Of what we tend to call meaning

I refer to it as bullshit

What I know is that I exist

When I notice you noticing

That I am here and there is air I am breathing

Breathe into me

Sigh and let me grant you my time

At least what we see

Through the kaleidoscope there ought to be

A premeditated warning