Waiting

I’m sitting at the drug store again trying to score drugs again.

Can’t say right when it began, only I can…

The date is meaningless, the occasion trivial

like the way it gets hot in a parked car.

The way he won’t answer even when I somehow know the answer.

Please pick me up, Indian Summer, way too hot for October!

Imagine haunted houses sweltering in this early autumn heat.

Can’t wait for things to cool down, burn my own tongue sometimes…

Get so anxious, wonder how close I am to the edge.

Maybe this is out of line. Maybe it’s all your fault.

Impossiblities

Parking lots. Lockers. A million high schools blurred into one.
A twisted hallway, a tiny dark classroom.

Chalkboards containing unfamiliar names, dates, words…
I’m failing to understand the dream,
begin noticing people from reality.

A missing tooth in a red plastic treasure chest.
I must put these ideas and more to rest.

Amusement parks complete with Ferris wheels, and
dizzy rides spring up allowing me a place to hide.

We drive on highways or down gravel roads,
across giant bridges but every time we swerve.

I fly through windshields. I wake, raking air
into breaking lungs.

Impossible details,
imprints of my sleeping life
interpreted in waking life…

It goes on like that until I click
the light pulling on a grimy white string
ending up in various versions of my bedroom
with all the lost antique furniture.

I get so lost. Confused. Then my mind turns to you.
Blank. Smiling in a sleepy state, demons set to rest
until I wake.