In Dreams

And in the end of this

particular cluster of

dreams,

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.