Dreamscape #5

in this place of talking dead

streets are always dark

the little shops full of light

I shelve and straighten books in a bookstore

someone asks for a new book

owner says it’s unavailable

I go to tell him about

a print on demand supplier

he doesn’t see me – no one sees me

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a young man(I once knew) tells me

he doesn’t want to buy anything

he just came by to talk

it is empty and dark – everyone is gone

I don’t have a key

maybe, we can talk until morning

I turn around; he’s gone

reheat yesterday’s coffee

in this place of talking dead

2-23-20