memories rattle
at the bottom of my lungs
i know what i am
wake up sleepy head
forget the past fifteen years
today is the day
the plane dips and rocks
the vast desert beneath us
how did i get here?
a glass full of port
a briefcase full of money
the news full of lies
the vile creature writhes
a limbless mass of wet flesh
convulses and spits
rushing toward me
it’s so loud my eardrums burst
i wake in a sweat
“will you be the moss?”
i’ll be whatever you want
to stay here like this
my gun misfires
scorch-marks lash across my hands
i hear rabbits laugh
you see yourself there
you don’t know how you got there
and yet there you are
one after the next
wake up behind the wheel
the fog is so thick
the plane dips and rocks
the vast desert beneath us
how did i get here?
wake up sleepy head
forget the past fifteen years
today is the day
here we are again
the punchline to a long joke
a joke no one told