My last sights flash bright,
washed away, drowning down the drain,
flushed through veins, speaking in dreams.
Same dreams daily; some snap as it seems.
Water covered underneath a zipper.
A whole ocean with six clipper ships floating over it.
Toads jumping backwards, some fall flat on their backs.
A frog stuck in my esophagus. Take a shot
to watch it wash the words away, drowning down the drain
of yesterday's fading memoirs,
the same day repeating in a dream.
A ripple in your stomach quiver, building pressure
until your eyes start to shatter at their seams.
Love, look, I will never blink when you stare
because my eyes don't shut when I dream asleep.
I shutter at the thought to wake and think.
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