Short Dream from Some Nights Ago, Devoid of Merit and Intrigue, and One Which Therefore Will Almost Certainly Fade Fast From My Memory And Yours
Swing the room around
I don’t remember the beginning
I don’t remember context, purpose
like pondering in a dream how you got where you are
but let remain the dream, I say
when I wake up tomorrow
let it live a little
lucid, linger. Loose
its light enough
to cast away
draped upon a false and hollow world
pallid, wound around with
razor-wire follies and
arterial fountains draining into midday black.
Drive it out.
Let live to try and light this life
though it will fail
it doesn’t matter.
I don’t want to remember.