Blue dream on the pillow like the sky and the clouds out the window. Sleep pill delirium and a quick grip of the railing on the stairwell. Checked the thermostat; lit a secret cigarette and prayed all these wrinkles away. Mirror in the bathroom painted broken and there's a glass of wine in the shower. Thought about paying bills...driving to the convenience store parking lot...no, I'll turn on the radio. Same songs I've heard since I was twelve and better. Tie my tie like a child does shoe laces. Drank a cup of coffee out of a novelty mug. Said: "Oh no it's Monday..." It's Tuesday. Work space in the work shed, craftsman of my own cubicle.
Grass is emerald green bleeding out from the gray gravel. I don't remember the last time I slept in my bed. I sleep on the couch. Should be working in a high rise. Murder-suicide, forgot to tie my tie. She's never home. I don't care anymore. Forgot to let the dog out. Hearing the ghostly echo to fix the fence. Losing my hair. Got to go to work. & just then my pen exploded.
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