Pillow Tale Vignette

Ready for smash and grab
hyper reality on the threshold
of a treasure chamber,
he hesitated.

It wasn't real, a hammered jigsaw piece.
And when he closed his eyes, he couldn't feel.

Ready for remorse inverted,
self justified urban myths,
late night fuelled carnal delusions,
he breathed.

It wasn't love, it was Science Fiction
Mindbending perspectives for the soulless.

As he contemplated pearls for swine
through too much wasted wine
and bothered to look,
to listen for real this time.

Ready for hyper insanity
on the threshold of disaster
he remembered,
stared into the face of terror,

and crumbled, fell
weeping apologies into her hair.
Damned his stupidity
to heaven and hell.

And the threshold
of a treasure chamber
of hyper insanity

was crossed,
defiled once again.
But not there,
not then.