the other me slithers out of
peep holes, cracks and crannies
slides and spreads, rolls and multiplies
filling the here and vast beyond
rides the golden chariots,
glides on the wings of fantasy
begetting dreams of dreams,
floating on clouds wrapped and cloaked
shedding my skin, dropping my leaves
hung up to dry,
dominated by lack of means,
I shrink wither and recline
by moods eluding and flirtatious
devoid of trauma, drama and catharsis
indulge myself
into realms of there
sometimes I can be followed,
pride is of no use
guilt and blushing have no place,
I am free, of electronics too
on a vacation, from some of myself
shimon weinroth
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-grain-of-salt-and-more/
