Birds scream through the air and split sound to concussion
black and white spots.
You're dreaming, day dreaming, night dreaming! Wake up
to a bus blowing by inches too close for a kiss ask, rape.
Not today.
The cloud drum bass kicks and the cotton hammer falls
time into sharper relief, the near focus wrong and the far
spot on stumble true.
Pulse awakes behind the neck skin and eyes dilate.
Fingers grip pocket insides with no coin and across the river
all the leaves have fallen,
brown, red yellow
two at a time. All the while, beneath my dinosaur feet,
asking "we are me, but who are you"s ignored.
Don't leave me!
Force hands.
