"I don't want to make it awkward or anything,
but I had a *** dream about us last night.

Don't get me wrong:
there was more to it than that-
we were having a long and involved conversation
about many potential meanings of Life
and the joys of pursuing One's own creative spirit
as well as some discussion
as to the seemingly cyclic nature of Time
and the absolute relativity
of Consciousness and Reality.

See, it was after that
(and perhaps some red wine)
that we yoked ourselves
in the heat of unspoken passion
and accidentally set the room aglow
with sparks of fervid insatiability
until the Moon took a cue from our dance and song
and slowly went down on the Earth
and the Sun rose over the crest
warming what icy shells
we'd so briefly and blissfully forgotten.

But alas,
for it was but a dream
and then I woke unto yet another;
but I thought
perhaps you may like to know.

I hope you slept well too."

am i a little bit nutty
just a wee *** of crazy
warped, maybe.

But no sugar, please
this cafe full of clowns,
drones, on an awning of sounds
i yawn when I'm sick
till my stomach sits
nausea won't close my eyes
I'll stare at the nothing,
an eternal sky
feel myself break into atoms
one by one
neglected by realness
lost in my own particles until I am all prickles
evaporated and dry.