A Dream; Neverland

if neverland was real

dreams fill your stomach �" they keep you starving / alive 

the flesh of hope, the bones of wishes, i hold out my hands

one star in each, & i breathe gospel into their skin, preacher,

it’s not a lie when i’m a believer, the very first convert

i breathe, follow me, and i’ll feed you with dreams alone 

(hungry boys don’t need much feeding, and they’re starving,

dreamless & forests growing in them; they’re lost, lost, lost)

follow me into the dark, where whispers scream into the night

& our feet thudding on rooftops, biting down on cigarettes 

motherless boys in the dark, chewing on smoke because today,

today, we starve, our hands not quick enough, but smoke fills

our stomachs too, and they taste like how dreams should 

(i dream of a girl who carries a kiss in her hand, like it’s more 

important than what’s between her legs: what’s it like, neverland?)

to the ocean, love the lost boys. it’s like the sky, salt instead of stars.

into the storm of waves strangling each other and the kiss of tides, 

all beneath the hungry moon’s gaze, swim and it’s like flying, as good as,

with water in your lungs as stars in your chest. if you drown, death by sea

 is kinder than death by sky. drown / fall / ocean / sky 

(if icarus could choose, he would die in the oceans, in the salt, 

rather than be burned by all the stars, searing flesh and searing wax)

a dream: skies that bleed into mountains that bleed into earth that 

bleed into oceans that bleed into stars. a dream: people who 

wear beautiful feathers like crowns. 

a dream: mothers & wendy, wendy darling. a dream: a crocodile who ate a heart. 

a dream: remembering what came after two stars to the right