Reply Tue 8 Jan, 2013 05:50 am
I dream
between
The alarms
of reality
and the yawns
of make believe

On beds
I escape
resting
beneath the blankets
on the pillows
drooling
in deep
transcendence
forgetting
the hour glass
and the hands
which spin too fast

Upon
the shrieking clock
I walk on cement
riding buses
spending money
at gas stations
speaking words
that rest in ears
and hopefully
will survive in the morrow

Sun rise
sun set
Moon shines
and lingers
clouds
and stars
blue
and dark
from drink
to bite
moments float
like nicotine smoke

When all is
just too much
I close the door
accompanied
by tub
and toilet
and 40 watts
in glass
I stare
reflecting comfort
I am still
there
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