Another Night

I dreamt your illusion {In voyeuristic colours.} Bedded down the rust of wizen memories {sun dried.} Laid harvest moon upon devils night; drank vacuous images it produced. In the saw-teeth bracelet, I read another epitaph {and learned your name.} A bible, sewn to your heart, Kerouac’s roman candle burned bright, {not a tiger in sight.} Yet you always purred, so loud. I watched as you overflowed, drenching the thirst of arid admirers. {Laughing at drunken egos.} That frown you dropped, landed upside down. I watched as you picked up a smile, then wonder who the madman was. {It was always you.} Macadam was missing (in)sanity that you threw at empty spaces, while trying to hide, {in between raindrops.} At least in tomorrow’s birth we can douse explanations.