November 16, 2004
Face in the Sink
Drop my face in the sink and let me take in the cold water... wake me from this dream --this prison of flesh that holds me taut to the world. Reality is oppresive. Each breath labored through my sticky lungs is a brick forming my jail. My blood is mixed with crushed dreams to form the mortar. Soar through me... fly to my veins and cleanse me. Chase the dream away. Kiss me. Take my breath and allow me to forget myself.