old poem from my tumblr

i am going

back to bed

there are more dreams

to be had

some of them

aren’t so good

but a few of them

aren’t so bad.

short odd poem.

we now

rejoin

the rain

already

in progress

old salvaged poem

later

there will be

a reckoning

but for now

let us enjoy

this lovely little disaster

together

a poem that falls under the category of theft by finding...

In the dream, I had driven to Bangor. I do not drive. I walked around a store for what seemed like forever. I was looking for music. I found magazines and books. I was mistaken for an old friend. Someone who had done aerial training in New York. I accidentally closed a door. I was addressed as Matt and then embarrassed as the store clerk had applied a Post-it note warning against closing it. I walked around,  then left. I had another store to walk around. But I could not find my car. I walked through the parking lot. I walked through a restaurant. The buildings were replaced by columnated ruins. For all I know, I am still walking.

if i have learned anything in life, it is this: never hold the waffle too long.

old poem from my soon-to-be-deleted tumblr

if you

let me

take the songs

i loved

with me

i will

let you have

the silences

they made

when they 

were over

i know

how much

you treasured them.

Got milk?