the sparrows
burst into a chorus
of white noise
crackling static
in rhythmic loops
as the foundation
sways drunkenly
like dad on a
sunday afternoon

all i have done
is sleep for days
waking long enough
urinaterehydrate
back to chasing
spectral images
flashing in the
shadowy depths

a human dreamcatcher
lost in exhaustion
searching through
the echoed reverberations
for a glimpse of the
happiness which died
sometime long, long ago
dragging my tattered corpse
from the violent scenes
of last year’s mistakes
chasing an oasis which
never truly existed
toward better tomorrows
no one promised would arrive