In Dreams

And in the end of this
particular cluster of
there was a deep wide blue river
that I wade into red,
and find your hands
floating there,
the river becomes an ocean
flooding the nearby town
from my alice tears.

Hey boy,
just let me have a
fucking moment,
hush your goddamn tongue
in my head,
silence, you.
Yet he is part of me
I suppose,
so he cant really quiet,
he has nowhere else to home.

The alligators
chomp through
their cages
and waltz
each other
back to the marshes,
weeping willow waters
host the dead
before they spread out
and walk through
the walls of their respective towns
in the night,
smirking and wailing
while you slumber,

tossing and turning in your sleep.

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