NaPM April 15, 2017

[Donald Q.]

2

to sleep                               popping pills across
perchance                           the highway
to dream                             Pac Man's

FUCKING WIERD COUSIN
RUBBING MYSELF ON THE
GLASS OF YOUR WINDSHIELD

I am your alarm, here to wake you, as you requested.

to snooze                            the clock
perhaps                               knows you
to change                            have failed

I am the gate, tenable, waiting.

A GHOST ENTERS
THROUGH THE MIRROR
SCARED