Genies in the bottles
Genies in the bottles
The bottles fall from the tables,
and then the genies are set free.
Expectations and desires seem real,
but don’t believe what you see.
Diminutive forces of good and right
battle powers of collective evil and
Quickly, the day becomes night.
Memories made minutes before
are erased instantly. Suddenly
solid surfaces shift beneath my feet
and sidewalks become rooftops.
I fall through a window for safety.
Here comes the sun, the light,
and then the changes stop.
The table at the bar is as it
should, and the bottles
are upright and unopened.