Dreams

I Write Her

UntitledThe alarm rings
a harsh reminder
for the day to begin

but the show from the other side
hasn’t stopped yet

A quilt-like haze
layered behind my eyes

a kaleidoscope of confusion
colored by a patchwork

of nonsense 

    Of monsters working side by side
    Of grown men reverting to infancy
    Of rock stars breaking bread
    Of babies drowning
    Of enemies being friends and friends becoming enemies
    Of the impossible being possible

The walk of the semi-dead
commences 
slowly
dragging this carcass
yawning and disoriented

making a beeline for the bathroom

Bits and pieces
of old memories

laced into
the past event dujour
begins to loosen its grip

The water feels like my savior
a rescue from Neverland

showering accelerates
a sense of wholeness
the tile underfoot signals more substance

The complicated
conjuring
of gobbledygook dissipates

as the irrational

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