Realism Poem by Lauren Michaels

I've been dreaming of sleeping
Close to the earth.
Of huddling deep
In the death and the dirt.

And I'll keep out the cold
With a layer of gold
Cast off by apathetic Autumn.


I've been thinking of leaving
By cover of night
of fading away
On some guileless flight

And I'll keep out the world
With a wall made of pearl
Passed on by misanthropic mother


I've been talking of staying
right where i stand
Of holding my water
On some obstinate end

And I'll keep out the noise
With a layer of poise
Forced on by castigating crowds