once upon a time (boy)

Once upon a time
there was a boy
sitting in a room
of electric blue
full of dreamers
who all want to grow up
and become children running free
in a field of rotten oranges
that, if you have ever noticed,
no matter how much they rot
they never smell bad…
always sweet.
so let’s all rot and smell sweet,
feeding the earth
in the yards of rental houses
in the valley
where transient up and comers
look to the hills and dream
while ignoring the transformation of
God happening
right outside the back door…
where oranges die with
eternal sweetness,
and give hope that heaven
may not be in the hills
after all