Thursday, June 2, 2016

2 d r e a m s

1

a gold ring
a yellow container

I cannot move your color from my mind

2

they are at the window, our friends
with a message
behind a curtain I am changing
I ask you to answer
but you are playing music
so loud
I can hear it through your headphones
I ask again and again for you to help me
to listen to their message
you glare at me

those blue eyes

I,  frantically pulling on clothes,
motion to the window
I can't hear you
I can't hear you
I try to turn off the machine and topple the player

you still staring

lift it up and throw it at me