BURDENSOME CITIZENRY

in sleep floated to the bottom of
the schoolhouse losing my air
opened my eyes and ran outside to the
thoroughfare and saw in the mid-distance
a cognate broadcasting handsignals.
wait for me, now.
let me wake to explain.

people are piles of
each other.  pervy occasions
of post-acquisitive hugging.
accidentally important.
i understand this,
tuned in to phantoms so that
i run into the sewers for a
legendary risk, chasing
it to the fabled light of
a dmz with cottages and
everlasting bullshitlessness.

it could be there, but i lose
the scent and regain consciousness.
listen to what it seems to say,
i always say.