Five O clock feeling

Five o clock feeling.
 I am reeling from this five o clock feeling,
collar loosens from it's trunk,
hairs run through with glittering spunk,
This free me,
with buttons undone
as street lights blink gold
i meander through the cold,
 i think easily of  warmth and hearth
where the flame flickers
and the spice disappears,
a side of rum blank paper
to ears
A cosy bed
where elastic curls
my bubble gum winter
We nestle against becoming
the chalk on the ice
which no one knows
that buoyant place
where no one goes
 your chiselled features
the circus plans to keep
this seed away from ivory
reflection,
A self one knows
could puss rejection
your blue with blisters,
Your account it lied
said you were christmas
your words were elapsing on the tongue, energy collapsing, crawl into the wake of a starawberry dream.