Saturday, December 3, 2011

Get the FUCK Up.

Blink,
Think,
Roll over and
drape your hand across the space where he used to be,
Let out a groan
as your body informs you
that you need to pee,
Shake your head
and banish the dreams that chase
themselves around your mind.
Force them back down
to your core,
where they can't
drag
you down in kind.
Take your other hand off your crotch,
Frown and think,
And fight against the resurgence
of dreams.
Who was I fucking? Why was he there?
Was I flying or acting or
burning
or writing something terrible
or singing a song
or kissing, always kissing,
there's so much sex in my dreams
and I have no idea why it is happening
oh god, I'm a deviant,
and my breath
is
awful.

Drag yourself upright.
No mean feat.
Stagger into the bathroom and spit into the sink.
Bleary.
Bags under the eyes
but I slept all day
oh
Fresh spots.
Fresh blots.
Fresh, refreshed.
Let's get clean.
Hot water can manage this.
But what about that dream?
Burn it all away,
Down the drain.
Time to awake.

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