dream.

i dreamed i dreamed of a dream that nobody can dream of but me...

some sort

of

ethereal--
ephemeral

discontinuity of

despair.

some where i took a photo

and laid it in your hands.

you never looked down
to see my imprint
on

you.

recycled words/just a little different
this
time.

recycled ideas,
from my washing machine.

the spin cycle molds everything in
to
one glob--

and

each time i pry it apart

i remember another idea
i haven't written down
in a while.

these surface like fruit flies

on

the funniest of days.