I dreamt I was
homeless
Living in someones hidden van
Near a garbage hill
by the ocean
Hiding out from the real world
Jerked off the conveyor belt
Stuck in a junk box, waiting
Wishing for what I had
Knowing it wasn't what I want
Missing him, of course there's a him
There's always a him
A partner in crime
a backup section to ensure my faith in myself
He's in the same predicament
Hiding in another van over another hill
Smelling the same ocean breezes
Hopefully wanting me like I'm missing him
Remember that everything runs in circles
Overlapping, merging and flowing
Like the planets in our expanding universe
All the progress I've made has been put on hold
All my virgin connections nipped at the bud
Sprinkled with salt
Two month sentence
I stay up later each night
I'll skip sleeping soon
From this insomnia
© H.Hogan
1999