Freud and Galileo
I'm sick of dreams that don't make sense. The ones that go on all night and even follow me into the first few hours of my day. So in the shower I can never be sure if behind the curtain there awaits a procession of masquerade figures with unfinished business.
And another thing about dreams. Reading Bukowski before bedtime can cause you to dream of sex with strangers in restaurant bathrooms. This is not as unnerving as it sounds. So kick off your clothes and try to enjoy it. Ignore the fact that walls and legs shimmer and shake under wavering concentration. Hold onto it for as long as you can and maybe nine months from now you'll have it:
the child of your dreams
I'm sick of life lived in a jar, predictably. The one that goes on all day and even tries to follow me into sleep. So walking down the street I'm left to wonder if the distortion in front of me is the sun playing through miles of curved glass.
One more thing about this jar. Looking up at the stars at night can cause you to see them for what they really are. Carefully placed pinhole constellations. Holes poked in the lid for ventilation. This is not as hopeless as it sounds. Fill up your lungs and try to enjoy it. Ignore the fact that nothing seems to fit. Keep breathing long enough and eventually you'll forget that:
you're in a cage with no corners
And another thing about dreams. Reading Bukowski before bedtime can cause you to dream of sex with strangers in restaurant bathrooms. This is not as unnerving as it sounds. So kick off your clothes and try to enjoy it. Ignore the fact that walls and legs shimmer and shake under wavering concentration. Hold onto it for as long as you can and maybe nine months from now you'll have it:
the child of your dreams
I'm sick of life lived in a jar, predictably. The one that goes on all day and even tries to follow me into sleep. So walking down the street I'm left to wonder if the distortion in front of me is the sun playing through miles of curved glass.
One more thing about this jar. Looking up at the stars at night can cause you to see them for what they really are. Carefully placed pinhole constellations. Holes poked in the lid for ventilation. This is not as hopeless as it sounds. Fill up your lungs and try to enjoy it. Ignore the fact that nothing seems to fit. Keep breathing long enough and eventually you'll forget that:
you're in a cage with no corners