Dream On

I wanted our charred bones
to jam the gears of the incinerator
and halt production
for the first time in human history.
one in seven billion.

I wanted to watch the moon
turn a body of water
into a sea of flickering tinsel
as the bloated bodies washed ashore
in the shallow bay;
lining the waterfront like sandbags
in a flood.
The contorted blue-gray limbs
piled so high above the horizon.

I wanted to feel the love in my veins again;
ten months after I swore it off by way of
the incessant no call, no shows
to reality.
I wanted it back, but not badly enough.

I wanted to take my life
in the middle of the night,
In the middle of no where,
in the middle of a sentence I was writing
in the middle of a tired, tired story.