there be fire alarms blazing
flies and fumes drowning the young
asleep in the willows
dreaming with sirens
they scream at the youth
to wake up
a friendly inhibition of memory
something that may not be so cruel, so crass
but twice is enough
to shake any cow from it’s leather.
we’re hoping for branches
aching for mistakes
sweating liquor and snoring inebriation
i sleep with monsters.