the after nightmare
Take her
night to bed
put it to
sleep
kiss your
lover good night,
tomorrow you
won’t know what she’s wearing
consciousness
is a nightmare
so is
tonight
so is everyday
so is
every dream.
keep
dreams on the shelf, keep them on the stove
keep your
dreams right on your forehead, for you never know when they die.
keep them
on your forehead, your nightmares are closer to your eyes
and your eyes are not any closer to reality
reality will never be complete
i don’t wear a watch
everyone else knows the time
cycles are inmeasurable
a sand castle will still look magnificent
even when it’s falling
even even after it falls
your very own realm built of a woman’s wrist
a needle and the television on all night
scratches, dirty walls,
stupid drowings and silly friends
ordinary sidewalks and dirty streets
detailed news
usless newspapers
and lost causes
worn out cd’s and disfunctional perception
and an over load of now and dishes to do
no promises of memories
no consumption
no photographes to be passed on
consider, reconsider, forget
consider leaving
land stretches ahead when i start walking
step into your forehead
and open a window on the square
where a photographer is offering pictures for the
tourists
too much alcohol and a bit of wind
always invites me to leave
i always do
but the space never leaves me
geography is a stain that will last forever.
will she ever ask me to?
never mind, never mind, your brain will die soon
so will everything else
have another illusion, it’s on the house.
pour me the last minute i’ve got into a cup
and watch me a s i drink
i wish i had more wishes
life itches, i wish i had longer nails.
