a dream I’ve never had.

Tribute to the last morning

I will delete your contact later.

The sun is relentless

with constant screams

riding my neck

like a jockey.

2012 was my year

our year

now what is left

to do

It shouldn’t matter

but it does.

Filed away

my blue name

till it ran clear.

Mirror shows

a family man

with two kids,

I don’t know

their names.

They ask for mine.

Blink, and they still

stand. Pillow is too soft

Reality too sharp

and the bells too loud.

Can you see

48 hours

into your future?

What would you do?

Change everything

or read the map in front of you

and know the turns before.

I can see 48 hours right now

it doesn’t look good.

To stay away

or run

burn the bells down

either way

it doesn’t look good.

Don’t believe me when I tell you

that the end was near

just not this near.

The rear blurred

blurred lines

blood on the dance floor

and I’ll wait my turn

Today, she begged for me

to pray.

To lay my hands on the ground

off the wheel

and let the man take hold

the man she holds

all her bread for.

Bread of life that she

cherishes and will drop

the night and day for

the man she needs

to carve the path in her name.

I prefer warm bread

so we went to a bakery.

I baked our dreams

and forgot to turn

it on.

Director pauses.

Can see her wink

frame us perfect.

Captures a pure moment

of lust

maybe a slipping secret.

Director thins his jaw like a file.

She is an amazing actress

they would believe the lie

but it’s real

real that this set needs.

Director stands

Back to your places

one more time,

not what we are selling!