poem?

If i could have one piece of invention
anything in the world
i want a space warp
a magical window
through which i will enter
to any place i desire

From my bedroom i can step
straight out of the glass on my window
into a cold quiet desert, a barren sortof outback
walk around a little, then
finding no one
or nothing of value
sit down and start a fire
a tingy humble flame
by which i will watch the heavens
and its stars
shining like little pleasures in their own world
too proud and too aloof
to care

Or i will lie on a field or green
rainbow over my head
sparkling
just sparkling
a little too happy for my liking
but i can live with it


If i can make a whimsical thought come true
i wanna be ghost for a day
drifting through the crowd of faces
like a summer breeze, so unpresent you won't even notice
watch them go about their lives
and sit beside each and every one
as they retreat into the sanctuary of their rooms
behind closed doors
to hide, to reveal, to cry on their beds
to be

To be close, all else impossible
in curiosity, in fantasy, in obsession
hope, and maybe desperation


To see whilom friends and foe
or a fanciful stranger
who passes
into the irrecoverable eons
and only resides now
in fleeting seconds of thoughts

Sometimes to feel pity for them
most of the time to turns the pity to myself



by me