I escape into dreamworld

the smell of Decaf House-blend
reminds me of your ankles
too small for your feet
but
supporting your body none the less
your ankles
you never notice them
i do
almost five times a day

my hipposcampus works wonders
but only when conscious

if i bind your hands
to the shower curtain bar
and your feet
stapled to the floor
i could project film regarding the
sex lives of geese upon your
thin pale flesh
i would eat popcorn and
masturbate
i would douse your head with
kerosene