Dreaming

Head on pillow, breathing softly in and out, harder now, trying to move my limbs, crying out. Nobody can hear me.

I keep waking up thinking I've just cooked my roomates soup, or given into my most evil desires. The one's that leave one asleep in the car, or hopefully asleep at the wheel, but not to endanger anyone, just to drift over enough to jolt them awake.

I wanted to go to school today. It just reminds me of everyday in my life I've ever been snowed in. Every time I've had to wipe off my car, or drive when it was far too dangerous. It reminds me of the first blizzard I ever drove in, except without the fleet of plows, like guardian angels, flying down the highway. It reminds me of the almost accidents: fishtailing, sliding, snow banks, screams; Being jolted awake.

Americana/Folk

Way out, across the ramparts,
Are these corners of what could have been a tender seed of grass?
Or what's more across the shore?
Sixteen dozen doves fly,
Towards a million miles of freedom,
Save the shore line where we were born, and we will lie.
Let's walk in remission,
With feet stuck in the mud.
"For crying out loud!"
There is broken glass that I broke myself.