sleepy eyes
falling
like a nose drip
he's sunny side down
splayed out
in sheets
now unshared
(in the dream) she would flip her hair,
turn her head away
(in the dream) that's just her way
of answering his call
but last night
stormy weather
city grime
private investigator blues
left with
no quarter
for the rescue fee
after finding
what had
good reason
to be buried
forever listening
to the signals glowing
humming inevitabilities
(
sleepy, winedrunk, bluelipped apologies
repeat in the dark bedroom
)
loud enough
he could hear them through
the only voice in the room
loving him through
the heavy rain
of neurons, synapses, photographic memory
the blanket of reality
piercing through liquid, through the underwater
the voice
who tells him clearly
gentle as euthanasia
that they weren't even meant to be together in his dreams
original date unknown,
probably between Autumn 2013 and Spring 2015,
edited since