Dreamscape

I am going to die on the Diagonal Highway.
I know this because I already have the memory
of crumpled metal and shattered glass
scattered across my broken lap.
The wheels are still spinning in the air,
still trying to get somewhere.

You will recognize the car immediately,
but not me, I am already gone.

I know this because, lately, I cannot wake,
and I cannot fall asleep.
My dreams follow me throughout the day,
and then my friends settle into bed with me
to chat until the coffee pot turns on.

In this mist between my eyes and you,
There are tall gray fortresses and insane asylums,
and the faces staring out of the windows
just want to go home.
Alf is standing in the corner smiling at me,
he turns around and comes back
as a naked, tattooed girl
playing the violin and singing sweetly.

On the other side a red stream flows,
from my heart to yours, to theirs,
to water the lawns of the politicians and military generals.
A lily blooms on the playground, but I can't see,
I am sleeping with Vendetta
in a hotel room by the railroad tracks.
He holds a knife to my throat, but I just laugh
as it turns to a leaf and I blow it away.

Now I lie safely beside you,
hold me tight and don't be afraid.
We've got some time left, until I go away,
But I already know when that day will come,
the day when I die on the Diagonal Highway.