slop

 

dream this little dream into a winking existence,
knowing. little bits of a bigger realization. dawning
on me. soon. i should have been kinder when i had
the chance. should have. soon. little by little. these
moments escape me. time, this conveyor belt 
setting. whiz by. soon. at the end of the film.
minutes remain. precious minutes. dream this little
dream.

soon. letters on the chalkboard. marks on the
wall, measure my growing disappointment.
myself. soon. myself, this little dream, dreaming.
before long. we're almost done here. soon. only
in dreams.

i will try something different.

Your Dreams

 

You Dream at night

And those Dreams are like sitcom television

you have a predictable pattern and a laugh track

A loop of Dreams

Driving/Lost Wanderings

Airports/A lost passport

The alternate paths of life/Lonely ministrations to the soul

Deep fear/pure suspense

The wailing/Siren song of misery of a life not lived well

Spreading its warmth through your vocal chords with a luxurious disdain

a longing to be removed from 

flame and pitchforks and the general screeching sounds of metal/

Meeting the axe with hands in supplication

seeing which one will be the first to give in to the demands of the other.