My Up and Cumming Dawn

I had a dream last night

the dive bar was a bank

I had a dream last night

That flood was a water slide

I had a dream last night

That tomorrow is a dream

Where’d all the money go?

Can’t get from one step to the next

The folks with blind folds are always one step ahead

Stumbling around, defensive, hypochondriacs                                                          

They think they’re color blind

I was transplanted like a cactus

A lovely succubus with hallucinogens trapped in my meat

If I cut you it was probably an accident

But now I’m this invasive species here

Once a lonely desert in a sea of green

I’m a dime a dozen house plant in these urban trees

I go to the dollar store to find myself for cheap

But it’s too late they evicted the desert

Isn’t that nice,

Now it’s an oasis

I’m all pruny and pasty, shriveling at the sight

It’s all a lie, a conspiracy, all along

I’m not the cactus I’m the pot

I’m the water and the window sill

And these thorns made me hot

But now I’m all alone

this shit hole smells like air freshener

I try to chant to Buddha but he’s helping the blind

They are not blind

Buddha, you are not Buddha

I call your bluff

Don’t take the price you get

Don’t pea in the water park

Don’t shit in the ball pit

Don’t take pictures of your quaint 15$ breakfast  

Morality is not a quiet night at home

Morality is not a morning in a cubicle

The default is not kevin spacey with a gun to his head

It’s mother fuckers thinking opportunity is free

Remember the waters we swim in

sank somebody’s first Christmas,

 and your 3d adventureis are built on grammy’s death bed

we brought her cactus ashes

and a pot to lie inside

left it in her oasis, it rained a bit and we sighed

Remember that fairy tales are as real as their fables

Mysticism, passion, and even little red riding hoods tasty ankles

There was a wolf by the dumpster today

She was taller than me and looked like she belonged on a super 90’s tee

I Say hello but no heavy petting

Now I know The alpha is here,

 I sniff her ass and look down

I didn’t know she just wanted to mess around

live and let live don’t Mean economics forgive

Those who aren’t in debt and those who have kids

Discrimination dichotomies, black white woman man mind body

Some corporeal shit it’s got a hold of me

I wanna smile just like you

I don’t want no sexy bathrooms

Just electric ukuleles

I force feed myself such snarky self loathing and pampers

Apathy diapers and smiles turns to fiber

It’s true there’s not much between me and the fucker fantasizing of their technicolor tokens

It’s guilty’s guilt for the crimes ill committed of a historicity locked away in our drain pipes, those crimes have debts but wait the land lords collectin, listen up somebody, but guilt sews my eyes shut. These viewings are not for little white girls. Be vulnerable, the cracked kettle says to the shattered tea pot.

It’s been life times of temporary glue, group therapy in ware house rooms, and everyday glances that separate me from you. A life time of translation and English is still my official language.

 those silent smiles we feel falling off eathothers faces are fatal

Us them, me you, our their, we, she he, ze, it but why?

Sometimes

I gag and google professional help, never calling any numbers

But I hold up my head an remember I’m a brainbow

I don’t know who you are but I’ll meet you in my car.

Vacate the vacay premises so there is a vacancy.

We’ll just keep going and going and going and going

Vacate the vacay premises so there is a vacancy

I put my sexy sleep mask on

And imagine leaving no trace behind

Drive on al madrugada, into the stratum stank ass of porange petrochemical horizons

A summer sun slowed down with fatigue

From the Graveyard shift moonlighting as the fluffer

of my up and cumming dawn