dream caged reality

I dreamt I was Raskolnikovthe streets were drowning me in darknesswhen I opened my eyes it was still therePortnoy’s Complaint on my nightstandan unwashed pair of undiesthe alarm clock roaring in the backgroundand the aftertasteof morality

quitter

last night I dreamt that dream againthe one you tell meI’m sorry, I’ve always been this wayI don’t pat you on the shoulderand I don’t say, ’s okay, we’re friends either waysometimes I slap you and some other timesI crybut I never tell you is alrightI say, why are you telling me this?and sometimes it’s …

phone call

I called her last night to talkshe said, don’t call, I don’t want to hear your voice againso I didn’t say a wordjust kept the phone on my ear and heard her cryshe sobbed for minutes to no end until my ear started to burn on the cellso I put on my headphonesSimone, I saidlet’s …