Ambulance dream

inside the ambulance
if you open the door
past the stench
covered in red
the metallic insides metallic floor
fleshy rolls of canvas paper
dripping like old wrapped meats
hung to dry from the ceiling
meticulously curated
if you could supress your screams
you'd see through the doors
further back in the woods
like mirrors face to face
an infinite number of like vehicles
with no conceivable end
no escape

A Tale of Two Coffees

two different days

two shirts the same

you said again

how you felt

I answered again

in return

two cups of coffee

ordered the same

one better than the last

plus tax

both heads covered

one cloth one wool cap

two different order times

on night and one in the afternoon

a quick stop and go for me
you're there $8/hour five days a week

In to out of everything

when I sit down my stomach swells
over the keyboard grotesque burping sounds
I had meant to write it all down
instead into the bathroom
the eye in the sky in my hand
a reality cut with other realities
doesn't water it down
release all the ideas you've ever had
flush them around and around