Issue
#4

July
2009

a poem by Neil Kelly

Unhappy Lovers Envying Our Situation

It is around 4:30 in the morning.
I just woke up from a sex dream.

There is a smell that slithers silently
around. From the ceiling to the floor,

it hangs on.

Your framed picture, covered in dust,
is face down. A muted

laughter escalates from the bookshelf.
The bindings are cracking up.

A roster stares off in the back of my mind
remembering a jovial,
much better time.

The memory of you is almost gone.
The woman in the sex dream said to me,

"You will be well. Right now you're just
inside out."

An ambulance's siren screams outside like
the time you yelled at me for living.

The thought of your absence
sunk in the quicksand of reality.

I was almost unhappy.

© Neil Kelly

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