Illusion

Wrapped up in
A powder puff ball
I see the blur
And it makes no sense
At once flying
And yet
Underwater
So small and
Yet enormous
It sings
Without a tune
And words lost
Somewhere along the wind
Only to be heard
In the faintest of echoes
In ears that cannot hear
And its eyes
They are like lights
That strobe through
The night
In search of
Something to spotlight
The latest sensation
The latest person
That nobody really
Wants to know
And yet they know
All too well
For they indeed
Made this person
A shimmering star
Someone to place
Way high upon a pedestal
So that their nose
Can look keenly down at us all
And remind us of all our foibles
As is we really needed to know
Well know this
That the wind
Doesn’t judge quite so harshly, sister
And it can blow you down
Just as easily as any of us little ones
Only thing is…you have longer to fall
And you would make
A much flatter pancake
But that’s okay because
We love pancakes
Smothered in buttery syrup
With some nice cold juice to go with them
Orange grape apple
Or maybe some piping hot coffee
To wake your sorry ass up
And put you on alert
That it is indeed morning
And indeed another day
So you best to be getting your shit together
With your battle armor on
And your sword in check
And be ready to draw blood
Because there’s always blood
In the movies
With heroes and villains
Carefully colored well within the lines
With a nice fresh Crayola
Perhaps if it’s really pretty
Mom will put it
On the refrigerator door
For all to consume
Safely and happily
Without fear of
Actually being nourished
In any real sort of way
Because who really wants that
Because candy is so much better
Especially when fluffed up
Into nice big pink cotton balls
That taste like a cloud from heaven
So much for the real life
Leave me to the illusion.