or not paid for

Owed to a parking meter

Red

Blood burns in my throat

like day

like shining

through my wineglass

like red night

light from a lamp

on a table

shining in my eyes

"Nigh!!!"

I've said

again and again

and than

RED!!  Red!

     red

like a distant desert sun

Face burnt

worn

Burning

and toward

  It

  I run

I walk a length of the hall

and the walls are contrived by small rectangles of nondescript

green or some other color that might reflect the dieing embers

of a far away scream

There are no edges or turns

There are curves--curves

nearing with clock hand subtly

and as I walk the subdued sound of my steps

echoes back to my ears

I fear a hypnosis of walking

and subtle turns--quieting me

like a far away stare

I fear whispering to the walls

with all my contrived voices

meeting

being held

and echoing

thoughts

quietly speaking

a hypnosis of walking

and subtle turns

muting me

like a far away stare

I don't know what to say

but If I Scream

if I scream louder

my voice comes back to me

an Echo of my former scream

but more as a jumbled symphony

of troubling images

that become steady

and real to me

and than I fear

or embrace

that the walkway

will stop

as I'm walking

and then Ill fall off

the edge

Dreams

Dreams say yes

say yes say

Dreams

to an end

of dreams

and then

consciousness

again

Suburban Desert

dry is the grass

 he coughs

seated on his front lawn

in the suburban sun

he thinks of rain

rainforest rain

summer rain on the dusty windshield

of his unwashed car

beating down

upon his bedroom skylight

nighttime rain

and a cool shower

in the summer

dry winds

of fine dust

he cleans his stockbroker glasses

and loosens his grimy silk tie