all the
half waking
and slow dozing
is
dense
with
poems reading and movies talking
i
hear
distant yells
and
see
white lightning
and when i'm out of this in-between thing
i
cant
hold on to their hands
or
their
meaning
is it insight i seen
or
just
realities chipped sheen
of
back alley
busted bottles
and
meaningless fighting by dream stuffed bins ?
