Chasing Rainbows and the Unicorn Cat

 I stubbornly write poems 

Nobody reads 

All that much 

Like the way a child 

Might have learnt 

To paint rainbows 

In goodbyes.

Like a cat 

wishing for 

a magical 

unicorn horn. 

Like the way 

A child might 

Of waited for hello 

Under a dangling 

String with nothing 

Attached. 

Cept I’m not

Chasing down cars 

Anymore 

Or 

Chasing them rainbows 

Anymore. 

If it’s me then it’s 

All of me. 

Not running

Not hiding 

Not chasing

Not waiting

For anyone 

That keeps people 

Waiting

Or makes people 

Hide 

Or makes people 

Chase down enough. 

Enough is enough 

On allusions 

Unless the magic 

Is really 

And truly 

An 

US.