Talking=Dreaming
Published: 2005 Dec 05
Categories: Ars Poetica
The brain never sleeps, never stops counting sheep.
Remember the nights when you dreamt about ghosts haunting you,
Or daemons chasing you through that blackness of your mind?
Remember when you trudged in that imaginary scorching desert
And awoke in cold sweat? I remember, 'cuz I heard you screaming,
Thinkin' you's was dreaming but all it really was was a bad memory.
And I couldn't hug you, console you;
Not because you were in another state,
But that my conviction for perfection fought
Face-to-face with my predilection for random selection,
And I couldn't face-to-face you without fearing for my life.
But...
I ran. Across the train tracks railroad crossing the city,
Hopped fences like I used to do
When I was being chased by cops and gangs.
No, I wasn't running away.
I was running to... You wanted to know where.
And I told you outside.
Just come out here in the falling rain
And we'll hide our tears down the storm drain
Where our mothers use to wash our clothes.
I had a nightmare too. But I can't describe them to you.
They're like twisted tornadoes and back-bending bohemian mind melts,
'Cuz your brains just tries to force jigsaw puzzles together.
But when we confided in each other like sister and brother,
Pieces came together and interlocked,
And I for a moment saw the whole picture.
As we dream we put different ideas together.
As we talk we put different ideas together.
While talking=dreaming,
You became my nightmare, and I became yours.
