a dream of a nightmare

You are the beat of my new pop song

You are the ploc of the bubble of my bubble gum

You are the scratching of my itching

You are the tourist over my bridge

You are the hunger after I eat

You are the number under my dice

You are the little too soon closing of my subway door

You are those 5 more minutes I so desire when the alarm wakes me up

You are the maybes I ignored

You are the joy of my grammar's mistakes

You are the wave of my emotions's tail before great art

You are the sound I can not record

You are the questions I am always forgetting to ask

You are the doubts before I give in

You are the desires I never imagined to exist

You are that one more drink before I am gone too far

You are that so liked song ending when I turn the radio on

You are the first drag of my last cigarette

You are my thought between awaken and asleep

You are the relief of the hot weather when I jump in the water

You are the memory I can barely recall

You are the space between my poem's words

You are that lasting instant yet already passed by me

You are the enough for me to wish some more

You are my all most

And all most almost is

And almost never was or will ever be...

July 08/09, 2010.