Toys

In corners of my house
lie toys of iridescent color
reds and yellows, blues and greens
In small islands of chaos
rebelling against the subdued tints
of maturity surrounding them
the stark off-white walls
the earth tone carpets

They are a jamboree
jazz bands of sensation
in corners of the house

Carelessly chosen
Randomly dropped
they ignite the touch with a smorgasbord of
metal, plastic, wood and cardboard
the foil of a pie plate
the resilient rubber of an aged balloon

And in this tiny metropolis
lies hidden relation
wood blocks in secret containers
soldiers in the body of a plastic tractor
hidden here in iridescent colors
is a mind alive
in the corners of my house


(A poem I wrote when Sonic and Mew were wee)