i'm ready

brought back two gallons of memories from the once empty wishing well
overflowing with words whispered in worn out ears
did you see that last shooting star?
no i wasn't watching

* * *

used-up bottle rockets and rented chemistry textbooks
told me about love -
behind locked doors where shadows of crickets
laughed in the space between
the first and the last time
those grasshoppers ever thought
of their asses showing up around here

* * *

i fell asleep in a bookshelf
where heinlein and hemingway
issued orders all night
and i woke up in a wheelbarrow
where william carlos williams
let me watch
just one more dream.

* * *

fuck