MEDLEY OF DREAMS

1

  i 
  am 
han solo
but
thinner / effeminate
and
i
find
miniature face-hugger aliens

pale and pink

in 
the 
drinking water


2

my desk is out on the front drive

i fiddle with a big spliff

scared to light it / too early

and
gone
faces
from
gone
jobs
ask me my passwords
and
say

  why 
  do i encrypt anything at all ?


3

heavy bags weigh me down

lost ID preys on my mind

and
cocaine in a crisp bag
on 
the 
top 
deck
of
the 
number 154
is 
caught in the wind
always 
just out of reach

      and
    i
  am

  almost almost almost

    nearly

      in
    control