a dream speared me in the neck.
Pain! Shit hurts!
Heads of an old and almost forgotten friend
psychedelically descending into the deep
of a blue-lit clearing in the rainforest.
Sight is sand on a board shifting
depth glazed under by infinity
clouds golden and never there.
Swinging inside I am.
All sounds coalesce into a blob, a basketball,
then her head again.
The shampoo falls from the shelf and jars me awake.
And there’s a boulder under my skin
between my shoulder and my skull
where the dream snipers took aim.