Her Stormy Eyes

You update me from far away
my window pane is pounded
with a flash of hot rain.

What was that I wished on the star for?
I wanted you to call me back
to tell me what you wanted.

I hope this doesn’t shut off,
that I don’t blink out of existence, for you.

I’ve been waiting since our last
Indian Summer. Held up like a prisoner
pushing myself more morphine.

Dulling the pain with casual smiles
and imaginary stabs in her back.

Hear a few scratches outside the door?
Wonder for a moment if there will be more…

It’s sweet to think of a couple
kissing on a sidewalk
eating to contentment
sliding down their spirits…

Until you consider:
that was my wish
and those aren’t my eyes
staring back at you.

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.

Daydream

I laughed at you
you smiled back,
and all I wanted
was to take a nap.

You make me feel
like we are ten,
and we are sneaking
out again.

I lose many minutes,
dreaming of you,
and many more thinking,
“how impossible…”
“…true.”

I wish it were different,
with a tinge of the same.

Same smile, different meaning,
real kiss, not a dream.