sleepy (#4)

I thought it was a dream it was dark with yellow light it was drunken and it was raining so hard the drops like juice or petals and skin was soaked the fabric diaphanous and heavy arms legs hands were slick and smooth somewhere a girls' mascara ran straight in a line making its' way towards her mouth the words climb over the paper and the psuedo-eroticism becomes boring a two-tone note and I'm left alone in a cement courtyard as millions of people flicker by