She enters my bed,
Cloud of pillows under sheet,
New sun unwelcomed.

I was smothered today by a heavy blanket of reality.
Not a warm fluffy quilt.
Not a cuddly satin comforter.
But a scratchy rag from a forgotten closet
That filled my head with odors of a musty past.
I tried to toss that painful reminder
But I continued to itch
And vapors from that cloud of disappointment
Lingered into the night.
I put my reading down
The blanket unkempt at my feet
A fabric once soft to the touch
And a pattern familiar and in vogue
Has lost it’s allure.
Like a reindeer sweater,
It’s odd that this would appeal to me
Even back then.
Perhaps a gift, accepted foolishly,
Or picked up on a cold night without thinking.
I’m warmer now…and wiser;
My closets need some attention.

I take a walk into the parkour graveyard,
looking for Polish dealers and cellphone halos.
I heard Thoth resides in sobriety,
but words fail me
whenever you are near.

I let my tongue run in endless stutters,
disguising 'I love you' as some off-hand request.
I could take you to dinner,
I could show you a longing
without the need for ***.

This late-night food has lost its flavour.
This ******* never picked up.
All that is left is to dial these numbers,
and wait by the window
for any car but yours.

Let's take a walk to the railway bridge.
We'll smoke a joint by the open forest.
You'll push your breath into mine,
make me high,
and forget why I ever
felt so low.