In My Dreams

[title type="subtitle-h6"]Sean Avery[/title][vc_row][vc_column width="11/12"][vc_column_text]I can have anything& everything I ever wanted.- Kid Cudi[spacer height="30"]I wanna be like the Silver Surfer,coasting on white-hot solar windsat the expanding universe’s edge.In my dreams I take that form:I project past planets our Sunhas claimed, where starsblossom & fadelike fresh bruises.[spacer height="30"]The skin of this world names meslave’s great-grandson,touring minstrel,& factory worker.[spacer height="30"]What I would give for my Mom’shands rubbing oil on my dry scalp,Take care of yourself Sean.But how do I love this body staked& named everything exceptwhat I name myself?[spacer height="30"]My day is another day.Classmates either ignore meor study me, like lecture notes.Nightfalls & I become an aurastitching my own name acrossthe black canvas of the night.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row]