Last night’s dream
Was like false advertising
A photoshopped fantasy of a body
Bought for desire
Enticing like a pleasure beach,
Promising shiny entertainment.

Recurring dreams on an in-flight film
Playing backwards all night
Dreams on celluloid
With subtitles and a story
Foreign voices, unknown tongues
Humming words like a dark murmur

A brain fog of disappearing images
Evaporating by morning.
All blurred and bleary
Like an impressionist’s vision of hazy memories,
Blotted out by sunlight.

The first, second and third
Amazon Alexa Echo stirred
the sound of echoes
and lacked the ways and means
to become linkedin to the WiFi network
and refused to recognize
the assigned password
registered, hashtagged, and branded
with the Verizon Fios router.

it's a putinesque country today
that will take what it wants by the fray
where you bend to the ass
of the decadent class
all hail to the USSA!

Rewriting Memory

Some three decades later, it haunts me in some way
I can still see the scene and scenario clear as day
Missed chances can taunt us in that constant replay
But even then, I knew the exact words to say

Yet now, in the version where I arrived sooner
Our talk would have had a little more depth
Even though I was young with that sense of humor
There was a passion in me that had quite the breadth

as residents at Highland Manor Apartment
for the remainder of two thousand and six
and part way thru two thousand seven.

It took me long to find the guts.
To visit you, at last.

There, where I left you.
Guarded by 1000 trees.

I told you.
You might still need to wait.
For our baby boy to join you.

Not knowing yet.
That it would be our little girl.
We might have to let go as well.

We are still fighting for them both.
As we did for you.
The beginning of all.
The reason.

And him.
Too fast gone for even a goodbye.
The pillar that kept us standing.
The soul.

Rewriting Memory

…and how does my family and I deal with trauma?
By making silly jokes of course after the fact
How do I handle a situation and drama?
With some sarcastic humor to remain intact

Along the way I’ve also learned to read the room
It’s been a bit of a challenge with autism
Though sometimes I’ve been off-putting and a weird loon
It’s usually been my coping mechanism