lucid lit

but what now of the nightmares, the machete-wielding dreams that rip through the skull in sleepcan'tsleepdidn't sleep? in them the end is near and flash running crowds dark water boats run capture run. in the dream i say to M i've been at this beginning five times tonight already lets change ill kiss someone else this time refugees darklit dock-barns board tallships torch the straw-laden ground over water dark water. run run visions airport decay smoke follows knife weapons weight in hand and the water light water slicks and burns out tall tall windows run jump plane leave and leave flight but decay metal falls smoke falls eyes up nose in bleach-over-vomit fumes smoke quiets down to water dark water run run run