6:32 AM

it's not here any more
so snip snip goes the cord of reality
leaving me to drift
amongst the clouds and flying fish of dreamtime
and warm inviting showers
do nothing
still ensorcelled by pink frothy lace and vague celebrity
my mind traverses to strange new plots
like what do the people across the river do?
will I be missed?
what do they take home with them after work?
I can't concentrate
but still I am glued to my seat
the water on my skin unwilling to evaporate just yet
staring at the juxtaposition of my bookshelf and the floor
uninteresting but
my eyes couldn't be dragged away
don't feel like meeeee
and I couldn't tell you why
she smells like lemon tart
too sensuous to taste like it
dream dream dream they don't make sense
he's there waiting dreaming of a fantasy girl pressed up against him wearing a silken sheet flash
she's impatient slippery coy sly he's a voice on the phone
why why why doesn't this make sense?
money money I need it
but it's so mundane for my transcendental imaginings
everything echoes
mint green towel slipping off-kilter
but a knock on the door wakes me up again.