la

this feels different

i dreamed a lot but the final part i scrambled atop a roof, gritty shingles, to see the sunset and the world was just me and the roof and the sunset, broiling black clouds and an indomitable ravishing pink-red sun conducting them in clots and waves as it sunk with the assured steadiness only a sun can have.

last night in a non-dream i was on my roof, letting neighbors beat-box spittily in my harmonica and stealing nips of jack; it was 3 a.m. and so misty the wet white water-park roof-land glowed.

(I was just trying to explain the white slightly cetaceous material the roof is made of and "floor of the roof" got me troubled.)

also i stepped on a bottle cap
hopin' to be tetanus-free!