drifting afloat on a legless bedspread
a soft gray ocean of fibers carrying
you out to sea again.
Like driving your car from the backseat
or watching the world from inside your tv.
a brilliant light pierces the ghostly sheets,
breathing in deep the exhaled smoke
in the shadows of my room,
and reflecting my dreams on the walls.
bloodshot memories of happenings that never were,
scorched onto the surface of still open eyelids
searching the past like a textbook
and realizing that the answers
are always in the back,
and how unfair it is that studying always puts me to sleep