ballad of the weird-ass dream

someone had found this journal

and saw all that i had written about you there

rather than fight

we fucked on the kitchen floor

this is when

i knew i was dreaming

she brought me a glass of sparkling water

saying wake up, already

but my eyes were sheets of the heaviest metal

my head an unnegotiable boulder

and in it you and i were cruising streets

tryin to get to some show

we flew through stoplights

and drove into ditches

we waded in waist-deep water

but didn't get wet

you parked my car dead square in the auditorium

(rather than fight

we compared dance moves)

the flask swung in my shirt pocket

with all sorts of contraband

but the guards didn't notice

you pulled one by one

all the contents of my purse

and ran naked down the street, throwing them to the wind

laughing like a maniac

one by one i picked them up

and cursed you with words

brilliant words wittily insulting

the most satisfying tirades

when i did wake up, i found you weren't there

so i cursed again

but it was only empty.