I buy the occasional lottery ticket. For the last year, I have been distributing the imagined winnings to help me fall…
I keep dreaming that I'll wake upNext to herSleepingAnd I'll touch herAnd she'll shiftAnd mumbleAnd go back to sleep…
Who decided what’s real?Dreams at night, dreams in the dayWhy aren’t they reality too?
Some people,Shut their eyes;And fade away, At the first chance.
Eyes wide open
A tender caress drifts down my spine
Timid recollections
Cloudy days and boozy drinks