The alarm rings
a harsh reminder
for the day to begin but the show from the other side
hasn’t stopped yet
A quilt-like haze
layered behind my eyes a kaleidoscope of confusion
colored by a patchwork of nonsense
Of monsters working side by side Of grown men reverting to infancy Of rock stars breaking bread Of babies drowning Of enemies being friends and friends becoming enemies Of the impossible being possible
The walk of the semi-dead
dragging this carcass
yawning and disoriented making a beeline for the bathroom
Bits and pieces
of old memories laced into
the past event dujour
begins to loosen its grip
The water feels like my savior
a rescue from Neverland showering accelerates
a sense of wholeness the tile underfoot signals more substance
of gobbledygook dissipates as the irrational
begins to fade into reality
Carly wrapped up in my arms, breathing out delicate but lusty sweetness in my direction. Silk sheets aiding in the luxuriousness we were both feeling. We sidle up close and slide up and down one another as we are reaching out to touch all the magical wetness of forbidden areas.
Suddenly, Layla appears or rather morphs out of Carly, but the intensity of desire remains the same in this room which suddenly becomes a house. It’s gloomy while it’s steamy hot; we’re trapped but not.
I won’t choose just one. I want them both and not only in my dreams.