dreamer resting in practical arms

na.

s/he was a dreamer

resting in the practical arms of a lover who

stayed safe &

happy within the context of which

s/he had been born into---

no cards switched on the table

no getting up to take a piss during the game &

the hand dealt

was the only hand that mattered,

whilst the big dreams of the other lover

spewing from her/his mouth

filled the room with the kind of thoughts that can put out the

fire---

for what is present is never enough for the dreamer &

when the dreamer starts to swim around in the cocktail of

“love,”

their heads can come really really close to

exploding,

wanting the whole enchilada

(whatever the f**k that is),

wanting a hollywood romantic comedy

with a happy ending that would bring sappy tears to the eyes of

a homicidal maniac

waiting in the wings to take office

with a finger on the button &

the middle on the other hand

flipped up at the surrounding world---

so the practical lover counts the days

because the timer has only a few left before it dings &

this is all over,

since you just can’t satisfy the

unsatisfiable.