i dream without sleeping then
try to rest but still the pictures come
(forcing their way into my being like cough syrup
though it isn’t good for me.)
i know that once upon a time i was trying to live
happily ever after, but then life got in the way.
Reality set in and i joined
the mass of the rankless.
i think my bones are starting to rot
and tendrils of cancer could be spreading through
my body, but i don’t talk to doctors of
mirages in the desert
i want to fly west, home of the phoenix
to start life all over again in a place
that people won’t stop and ask me
if I’m somebody’s brother