there, in those strawberry fields of dreaming- those blooms of a season long since dead and torched- i swore i found you and you were speaking sweetly in a smokey room with a crescent smile and a cheap long-neck bottle and a blue ball-point pen that you'd only pry from it's waltzing to chuckle with (and charm) the bartender
an older lady with muddy-water curls and poision ivy eyes and...there's something about her that reminds me of my mom... then the moment's gone and now, all i can wonder is how it is that she's counting change when she hasn't got any fingers
the captain must be on the mic again with bull-**** banter about the weather or our eventual destination or something about the turbulence to calm the unfortunate un-drugged his monotone monotony sneaking through my sleep to me and coming through like the voice of the radio host as my head's beneath tepid bathwater
your ellegance uneffected by his audible intrusion into my sub-concious dellusion you pull at the tides of your brew and wink then back to a busy pen
i have to get to you you've got to remember
come back
but dreams don't work like that
it's as if my feet don't match my body or my legs are facing backward or i'm in that godforsaken hallway scene of "The Shining" and i'm finding this to be far more frustrating than remaining concious through the flight could have ever been
and again somewhere over nebraska the ride gets increasingly shaky not obnoxious enough to wake me just enough to take me to the part of the nightmare where my teeth start falling out like precious little gems of vicodin and nicorrette t a p p i n g out my fragile skull and now i'm wearing some ******-gummed grin and that charming lounge is feeling like "From Dusk Till Dawn" and all of the friendly faces are gone except for yours and you look horrified
how come now i've got your attention?
touchdown at o'hare and i wake in the window seat next to a vacant chair alive and well except that you're not there
and to think when i was a kid my nightmares all had fearsome beasts then i grew up and found the monster to be me
**** you, airport bars and ******* cars who drive the kindest men into the heart of hell