Sometimes if you dream
long enough
it just turns into
another walk in a park
where some guy
just shits right in front of you
and you run away yelling
I found an anchor
in my closet and
threw it through
a window
heard someone yell
the chain wasn’t
connected to anything
when I was young
I yelled and spit
in one spot for an hour
so much of both
couldn’t walk or hear
so around me
I was lonely
There are times when
the time of us feels
like the time of me
plus the time of you
but not really an oil painting
the way the movies
I look deeper in
than i used to and it’s fine
but when i look up
my eyes hurt with the shock
and someone is always
poking me in the ribs
and asking me why
I’m sitting here at a table
it’s a smiling kinda time
sun just set and it’s lukewarm
i’ve got books and
patience while this unfolds
because it does
unfold