30.10.02 - 10:59 p.m.

what does this mean that i am having dreams about
you waking up smiling sighing that i have caught myself
midday eyes glazed picturing rocks thrown at
the window of a second story bedroom by a faceless
romantic who couldnt be anyone but you that
i still imagine plane debarkments bass guitars
front stoops cds you did not make expressly for me
and orange, bicycles. ritas water ice.
you will be the death of me.