I Hate This Dream
on a crumbling seawall
you wanna talk
ultimate dreams,
but it’s too late for that
this is a dream of a first kiss
that shouldn’t have happened
in the first place
you wake up giddy
and it’s never about me,
no, nothing was
ever about me
counting loose carpet threads,
hearing downstairs, TV blares,
and there’s a personal war
being fought via telephone
I hear your ringtone in my head
and even though you’re dead,
I wanna answer angrily
I wanna wake up because
you’re an official nightmare now,
making my skin itch like the
polluted salt did at that nasty, old beach
I wanna release from the ghosts
of that murky sea, I want your sneer fading like that tourmaline
sunset destroyer, like that
whole damn day could be washed out by afternoon rain
and the aftermath wouldn’t matter
I wouldn’t bat an eye,
I wouldn’t come to
facing another lie
