Nonsensical Poem

aloof, now, my blood begins flowing

like rainwater toward the drain:

listen as the concrete get drenched and

i am washed away in June floods:

so this is what July looks like when

one eye is closed—

now i see what all the fuss was about.

i find pillows in the cemetery three blocks away.

sounds, motions, i stay for it all:

to hear the patter of sunlight

in the air, to hear every single ray

light up the specks of dust floating

like tiny fire flies;

like the stars above which form

opaque patters in the sky,

vicious monsters await,

eversoslowly.

yesterday's champagne looks so good

on the kitchen counter:

under the blanket i can see that you turned on the desk lamp.