Silent Car Ride

Silent car ride,
the world wakes earlier
in all its ugliness.

I don't know
what you dream of.

But I know it's not
the burning scars,
the screaming talking heads,
the faces peeling from everyone.

I wish my only dreams
were nightmares.

Tears on the diamond,
steady rhythm pounding
in my head.

Once a month
my brain hurts.

Get me high
on the pain
so I won't feel the painkillers
anymore.

In desert of my emotions,
sometimes
I imagine things
that aren't there.