DREAM ON THE SIDEWALK
With chalk on the sidewalk,
I express sex...
A memory burned
in the brain of my flesh...
While the others paint
smiles and flowers and trees...
My chalk surrenders
and renders and grieves...
For memory haunting me:
sweet & delicious...
Is equally painful;
the memory vicious...
For boy tore my heart out
and left me to bleed...
Boy died without me
but that's just a dream...
For as I awake
I remember the real...
The boy is alive
and he cares how I feel...
The boy is a friend
who still kisses my lips...
I smile awake
as the dream starts to break...
Blowing chalk dust still caked
from my fingertips.
Written By Jason Wright
MARCH 19, 2007
For Jeremy,
because dreams are cool.