LAST NIGHT
I DREAMt I was at school again getting ready for a rave with my girls.
But it was hailing bombs outside and the dance floor is peppered with bullets keeping staccato tempo for bodies falling in time.
I remember waiting at the door. Well are you coming?
I woke up on the DJ booth staring flesh bleeding to my ceiling in the eye.
It’s too much to dream after death, so I learned to wake myself up. I’d have woken up anyway, so at least I drew my curtains to the sway of that final sunrise set.
