Once i dreamt and DMT made sure i got what i wanted
i thought it was, but it turns out it really wasn’t.
In fact what i want has nothing to do with the things
of which i dream, or conceive of in passing (or waking)
delirious sentences without direction, i said
the fish just isn’t fitting on my door-frame
that made sense though, i swear it did.
I woke up to an empty bed, i was sleeping on the floor
that means what you think and what i don’t want to admit.
It’s not the same filled with a stranger,
someone who i didn’t want, or couldn’t think up,
that’s better i think, than some preconceived notion of
love, oh love, sweet love like Juliet or Rosaline before she’s tossed
right? Am i wrong? Isn’t it bullshit to fantasize,
when reality gives this wonderful actuality?