My Dreams Are Gloomy

I’d rather have

pedestrian ones like my husband

He just dismantles greasy engines

reassembles them in his sleep.

all I do is tumble

rumble through unlit desolate

worlds teetering to destruction

bleached eyes kissed with fear

skipped trip through endless corridors

dark confusion, lips reaching for a kiss

missed the target

tongue hunkering teeth clicking

anguish translating to these

future gloom filled amphitheaters

streaming down and around

I aim to survive elbowing through throngs all

doomed to expire fish lips puckered for that old kiss

racing through hallways looking

hold me, I’m yours I jump hurdles like a foaming stallion

I really hate this part

the part where I die

every fucking dream I die in the end.

About Karen To and Fro

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