dream and wake
days flicker back and forth

summer air hugs my nose in the morning
by night I am slippers, scarves and socks

every day is a Friday, a Wednesday, a Tuesday
every day is the watching of clocks

home again, dinner, then rushing to work
hear the phrases repeat in our talk

I buy next year’s calendar
time and again

from a place that always makes it the same
so I don’t have to pretend

that time is not meaningless -
because time never ends

because time does not slow for us;
time is not our friend

so say **** all the future and planning and done
I would lay in the dirt just to rot

find me happy to leave you the worldly ideas
I am hoping one day be forgot -

in these lasting dreams, and in wake
no feeling, no thought