/drops sideways on window-panes/streetlights refracted in tiny universes/ (2015)

{I should probably be sleeping.}
Parts of me would always have me sleeping.
–I’ve learned not to listen;
learning about it taught me its called ideation,
and its dangerous.

{I should probably be sleeping.}
Early day tomorrow,
manual labor;
probably grab a Monster instead
feel invincible for a while
be able to do anything for a while
Chatter, caffeinated, all my hopes and dreams
to anyone and everyone who’ll listen.

(rain)ed last night,
for the first time in weeks
I didn’t dream.
Thought about streetlights in the pooling water
refractions
Thought about a lot of things
drifted off
didn’t dream.
air this morning smelled clean

when i was little i had this dream
about two children who find a gun in the sand
one fires at the other and the tide comes in
the other tells the mother and the tide comes in
the tide comes in.

{I should probably be sleeping.}

learned so much about myself these last few years
made the effort to better the faults
the attempt anyhow.
but the tide comes in,
and its dangerous.

I’ll grab a Monster in the morning,
feel invincible for a while,
–and I won’t listen,
but the tide still comes in.

{I should probably be sleeping.}

                        I wish it would (rain).
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