Failed Experiment n

I locked my­self out of my apart­ment last night for sev­eral hours and then had an night filled with wak­ings and half-sleep­ings and noises that made me think the neigh­bors were get­ting raided and stan­dard 3am dry-throat-get-a-drink ac­tiv­ity that wasn’t stan­dard be­cause some­one was qui­etly ar­gu­ing with some­one else about leav­ing some­place. Some of that is real and some of that is dream, I think.

a ½ sleep
son­am­bu­list
oneirist
acute li grave
in Méliès
shad o flicker
rat­tle
tin cans in
a holl o head
say hey Cesaré
feel peel a way
layer
and
trip the sand­man
chiaroscuro
til the reel
runs the moon
blinds and
wak­ing.

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