i.

every morning
is a baked goods and soda breakfast
before taking a brief fifteen minute nap
watching football highlights, and then dressing,
plunging into the cold that would freezerburn most raw steaks
and heading to work
to die a little more each day.

every afternoon is half dying,
half catching up with the wife and dog
on today's current events,
and steaming myself silly
in a shower just a few inches too narrow.

the evening is filled with food,
a pleasurable cuddle while
either gluing myself to a tv,
a book,
or a video game,
all of which requires
the least amount of human contact possible,
so that i can go to bed,


and dream of all the wonderful possibilities.

ii.


the type of dreams
where musicals are a thin slice away
from genius
and body parts are lost and rejuvenated.

the type of dreams
where heroes are created
with even the most simple, benign power,
but the anarchy we can create is the most fun of all.

the type of dreams
where laying parallel to the ground
grants you the power of flight,
and oh, the nosedives one can take when at the pilot wheel.

the type of dreams
where death can visit us
and we don't have to be afraid
because it's often to comfort us
when loved ones are missed too much
for any normal words to heal.

the type of dreams
where love
eats away all the bad stuff,
like a corrosive acid
cleaning out the kitchen sink,
so that all things flow through us.

the type of dreams
that you want to return to
the instant you wake up.

12/30/2008

Posted on 12/30/2008
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