but I can't swim in your dreams,
because I am tethered to the shore
like a dumb man, thinking that I am
more than I am.
I am not.
sweating in a red shirt hoodie,
I am just a lost soul who
doesn't know if souls are real
and wishing they were
while working to eat.
I am.
not much more
than a fool
thinking about love
outside of love
within love.
maybe.
I am more
and maybe I am less than
the devil
who paints blueprints
on my shoes.
where I go.
deep in the goodbye
of time,
outside of where we
call time minutes and moments,
besides memories.
I will eat you.
while you float on your back
wishing poetry didn't exist
and looking up at the black stars
of tomorrow, hoping tomorrow were real,
but it isn't.