The Post Ex-Dream Funk
/“I wish you well” is what I’d say If you asked me in the light of day. But these nights are like a dream I can’t shake./
It’s these subconscious assaults You don’t know you commit on me Where I’m alone in the high school band room Which is now housing a computer lab for some reason, But I don’t notice an odd thing While I’m reading a note you left typed on the screen In your handwriting, in German which, right now, I’d swear I could understand. About how I’ve begged you so convincingly You’re thinking of coming back to me And if that’s the way it’s gonna be, God, Please don’t ever wake me up.
But He always does, and maybe I’m thankful for that. Because every day’s another chance To make these dreams a reality, But every day I’m reluctantly realizing – And correct me if I’m wrong, /please/ – You’re really never coming back. And maybe I’ve known that all along… So friends, today I have no choice but to pretend I wasn’t impaired by dawn. Do forgive me if I’m absent or slip up, For since the second I woke up I can’t wait to go back to sleep again And pray I pick up where I left off.
Quote from The Airborne Toxic Event’s “The Fifth Day.”
"The Post Ex-Dream Funk," from Hypernostalgia - prose and poetry by Eli kampsin. Free download at KampSin.com/store. ♥