a sense of hearing

thinking back to
just moments
ago
i
was awakened
kind of
quick
ly
from a real
and nice dream

not
laudanum
trance nice but
sweet in tint
because i
had two shiny
sports cars and
all
the
time
in the world

and as it
ended my
dream became
and not like
nightmare
in the break

in that zip
as reverse gate
effects that exit
of audible mix
that stop start
dis appearing
big fuzz sound
as blurring
subject turns
audition
as noun def
inition

all the beauty
fades away as i
roll over
gentle smiles or
slobber follows
scream in stammer
none the matter

feelings fading

the memory of the
end of dreams
as just as a
sound

cavernous
like in a
large bathroom
when the water running
in the high back
porcelain stops
then


as
the float floats
still
the days resume
the dreams on hold

and as i sit
inside and bang
this out
outside the breeze
weakens slightly
as
my road fills with
their sounds
and it does not
seem
as sweet to me
as it did just
a few lost
hours before
while the
smell of
japanese
honeysuckle
still
hung laced on
heavy air
their
flowers wilting as
willing witness to
the surrender of
quiet and new
to summer

enter the steamy nights
and the dusty
warm breezes
and the wild weed
as paradise pushes
into us
from the south
and the white legs
lotions and the
clinging invasive s
migrate down

a young married couple
from ohio ask
are there even any people left
in pennsylvania