In my dreams
you stand stranded in the sea
You stand
in the vicious streets of New York asking for help
You stand
dripping moonshine under city lights
You stand
isolated and hopeful and ready to give up
In my dreams I see you
skin electrified and eyes pouring a deep ocean blue
Standing unknown by the thousands of people that surround you.
I see you
standing in the madhouse
with airplanes roaring overhead
Head in the clouds of gasoline emitted by nuclear power plants.
I see you
watching flowers die in the soil beneath your shoes.
I see
a devious smile form from the apples of your cheeks and get reduced to
nothing at all.
I see your form
sitting upon today's sunset
watching the sunrise across the country.
I see you
leaning against a cemented wall
lit by ultra violet rays and toxic materials that flood the floor.
I've watched you
murder the imitations of great minds or destroy your imaginary friends and
take the world by storm.
I've watched you
fall in love in waiting rooms of the psychiatric ward
or tap your foot to a jazz melody, played by the run downs and the broken hearted.
I've watched you
fly first class to Paris with flowers blooming in your rib cage
or dressing up skeletons in blue velvet attire and stuffing them into a suitcase.
I've watched you
flee from misery and land in heart throb possession or stand alone at parties
with the lust of a wallflower riddled within your nervous system.
You look
at static television
a bloody knife in hand and chuckle at universe because it's just
so
so
funny.
Or maybe
you look at unsettled playgrounds and weep in the arms of a lover.
Maybe
it's a wave of triumph in the war
or the bittersweet saddening music
or an abomination of bow ties.
You stalk
the rebellious groupies that roam the suburbs radiantly and abandoned
and you look at me like
I couldn't ever exist in the way
I am.
You dance
to my favourite song and sing the words awry but you take my hand and grant me freedom and commit crimes because
this what we do.
You think
on command and never doubt the corrupted lies
or disapprove a Harley Quinn obsession.
You never
second guess the girl with the platinum virtue who puts words together just to call it
talent
or visualize a life
after where we are now.
Because in my dreams
we are grounded at the bottom of the ocean
drowning in oxygen
and gunshot wounds ferment into my bones.
