the day tears me from dream

the day
tears me from dream.

organic peru,
christian dior,
hyperventilation,
to B, from A
tick... tick... tick...

I remember that when I was a kid, I used to collect ladybugs in jars.

18 miles per gallon, spacious interior and storm gray
5 to 405
then slowing to mobile fishbowls
and corner-of-eye glances
-but I can’t see if that man was yawning or yelling?-
99W
second right
one more mile.

8:57am
cubicle
board room
10 min reading Fortune
cubicle
paper stacks
Spinacci Con Pollo with Perrier and lime
28 grams protein, 3 grams saturated fat
cubicle

how do you define success?

6:14pm
to A, from B
searing diodes stream toward
cadmium punctuates the eternity between every sign.

I always miss the sunset in winter.

Steamed Asparagus and Squash,
Crumbled Roquefort
41 grams carbs, matching protein
Ketel One and Tonic
delivers Paxil,
once daily before bed.

sound bite white-noise lullaby
300 count egyptian cotton
silky,
cool
and silent.