A fifty year old lilac bush
Grows forty feet tall
And reaches in
Through the cracked windows
Groping over the duvet
Pushing a frond of uber-fragrant blooms
Into my face
While I’m sleeping.
The perfume
Is inebriating
Giving rise to a drugged slumber
So deep
Dreams passed by in a blurred
Half-lidded vision
Like a dog’s head
Hanging out of a window
At sixty miles per hour
The dream-landscape being smeared out
Like wet tempura
Across a palette.
Breath slowed to a still rate
Inhaling the woozy pool
Of lilac
Germinating in the still bedsheets.
I woke up
Disoriented
And numb.
It felt like a narcotic hangover.
It wasn’t until I was getting dressed
That I noticed my wallet
Was gone.
You sultry seductress bitch!
Hope you buy yourself
Something nice.
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