last night
i slept
for once i was
a normal boy
capable of
stringing
together
hours of
dream and
awake to the
alarm clock

savored the
hot coffee
and sat as
the sun rose
lost in my
head as the
stories tell
their secrets
sylvia’s words
grandiloquently
scraping the
toxins from
my brain

in this quiet
my heart slides
on a wooden
perch out into
the nascent day
thundering aloud
to shake the
rafters while
i murmur love
into the morning
a dedicated fool
spun into the
cosmos alone

last night
i slept
an average man
lost in the
garden of
dreamthistle
following the
breadcrumbs
through the
lackadaisical
meanderings
toward her smile
encapsulated in
dazzling light