Color-in-Dreams

Pomegranate thoughts drip from my mouth to the ears of a provolone-ly moon-faced man with gaping wisdom-tooth-sized-cavities with roots deep in impracticalities. Like: the inevitable nature of  sleep and dreams, my pillow sours. A flushed cheek turns cool wondering at the thing, the monster lurking near the drinking glass… a tinge of a dream that […]