Another night of reoccurring dreams:
a deadline where my computer won’t work and or am I’m writing a title with invisible ink?
“Martin Luther King vs Malcolm X: Equality but by any means necessary”?
loosening and moving
like door frames shaking in hurricanes.
And sometimes i can’t sleep,
the constant phonecalls late at night,
“Hello, is that Control?”
“Hello is that Control?”
Always the same questions then dead air,
static, just like when the TV is