When My Dreamboat Comes Home

Accidentally found in the attic. Ah...the calling clouds of home are so alluring. The blue of the sea has much faded, it's size the same. The head is much too grown. The sawdust remains the same.

The head and body that have grown Are no traveler, So far from the way of the seafarers The blue dream flies away. The thick blue is worn thin, tainted by the dark stains from the past.

poetry by Prakai Prach-ya
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 collage 2015, 5000 x 3603 px