As fas as dreams go, last night topped them all
Forget about that time I was stranded 10,000 ft high on a mountain top
with the armageddon fully blooming,
matter disintegrating and purple sky liquefying
while I was holding a yoga pose in complete serenity.
Last night I dreamt of an unknown lover,
killing him and running from vampires,
finding a cute girl and living with her and her daughter in a shady motel room,rusty sink, mold greenish wallpaper flaking off and all that,
and I kissed her while her kid disappeared into foggy darkness,
never to come back,
I was wearing plaid and my conscious was clear
even with all that blood on my hands -
her lips were also bloody.
The vampires returned and then we tried
running from them on the rooftops at night.
I guess the moral of the story was
There’s no point in running from vampires.
from the lavender bathtub
of self-loathing. I don’t take drugs
to shut up I take off
my pants when I get home
and I stay there, red cup full
of cigarettes from heaven, ghosts
of all my friends between my toes.
I imagine them pouring vodka all over
each other wearing glitter.
The vision is closing in like a tight dress. Morgan Parker, from “Other People’s Comfort Keeps Me Up At Night,” published in The Offending Adam (via bostonpoetryslam)