too comfortable with dreaming. living just doesn't seem as good.

in the clouds.

dream. so i 'woke up' im guessing in my dream, and saw that my blankets were hovering like an inch above my body. then my bed rose up with me in it to the clouds. so that my bed was almost sitting on clouds. and in the clouds this crippled, hunched over old man told me his name was Solomon. he spoke in this tinny voice and said 'you hold me like a balloon, but youre not too small to carry this anvil.' then he snapped his fingers and i was back in my room. then i got out of bed and told my mom, but she wasnt home so that couldnt have happened. so like dream within a dream? then the dream repeated, except after saying the balloon/anvil thing the old man solomon said i should read his book. then he opened his mouth and visible words started pouring out of his mouth and into my hands. He wanted me to read them but they were pouring out too fast and all the words were overlapping so I wasn’t able to read them. Then I really did wake up. and i remember feeling like kind of startled and almost crying, but i just sat in bed really tired-ish and fell asleep again. then i woke up for good, got out of bed.

with
legs crossed at ankles,
hands folded across lap,
'G-d is good.'
'G-d is good.'

chirping bird caged beside you.
pet ghost behind you.
spoken words like whispers in hindsight.
prayer, the only prayer i know.
sun dried clothes hanging beside you.
raven sneaking off behind you.
tea poured like a slow dance.
prayer, the only prayer i know.
bloodshot uncle crazed beside you.
shotgun shell loaded behind you.
last muttering and st-st-stuttering.
prayer, the only prayer i know.
prayer. pray the only prayer you know.

why don't we drive on and on?
i don't care what road we take.
middle of nowhere is fine with me.
middle of nowhere is fine with me.

you sure look lovely.
take the wheel so i can keep my eyes on you and make sure not to blink.
if i stare long enough maybe your good looks will wear off on me.
we sit so close and i'm keeping time on your thigh.
hang a cross from the rear view mirror
and pray that i'm never back where i used to be.

let's go to another place.
how about out of this town?
middle of nowhere is fine with me.
middle of nowhere is fine with me.
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or maybe we're better driving in the garage.
exhuast and carbon monoxide fills the space between you and me.
breathe deeply our last breath.
your hand in mine.
blanket of smoke screen.

mason jar
chicken feed
little seeds in the air.
raking leaves
rocking chair
into the field you stare.

punching your fist into turquoise-blue wall
to the beat of the same ping pong ball.
swing away til your hand goes numb.
so numb, but do you feel more than i?
cupping that crazy head of yours in trembling hands.
shoes shuffle past giving you not a glance
except for swerving cars while in the street you wildly dance.
trapped in your mind, but are you more free than i?