Ripped Pants

Yet another pair of pants
must go to the trash can.
It has the pockets ripped,
doesn't hold anything anymore (as if ever did).
The locals that stand out depresses me.

About Last Night [2]

There is a party on a classic hall.
I have my guitar with me.
Someone is paying shots for everybody, so I take two.
They go down smoothly, as it were just water.
But they were not.

Eventually, I go outside for a smoke and someone closes the doors.
I slam them, and then a friend opens them back for me.

Then, a bunch of girls appeared,
but I am invisible to them.
Until I remove my cap, revealing my discolorated hair.

Then, a petite redheaded girl approaches
and asks whether she can have a piece of my phone number.
I say "eighty six" (which is part of my real phone).

She looks at me, waiting for the rest.

Someone screams that a lion is loose on the party.

Everybody starts running, and I can see the lion on the distance.

I find a bathroom and lock myself in.

There is a window there, from where I can see outside.

I cannot see the lion anymore.

Then, I see a famous someone (famous on the dream only, probably)
sending a voice message via WhatsApp.

He is saying that the lion is a fake.
And that made sense to me.

I leave the bathroom to try to find the redhead.
As I am walking on the direction that she ran,
I end up on what looks like a train station.
There is a bunch of the people that was on the party before,
but not her.

In the end, I am on the city that I was born.
I am on my aunt's house, and she is there (She died of cancer).
Then, I am on a small house that my dad have (on my dreams only),
but he is not there.

I am bicicling around the entrance of the city,
and I see some banners that pay homage to a suicided musician
as if he was born there (He was not).

I wake up,
late for work.

About Last Night

I was awake and ready to leave for work at 5 am.
I look at the clock without getting up.

Suddenly, I'm on the bathroom, and I look at myself, in the mirror.
My feet is touching the ground.
I have rashes around my genital area.
The sky is still dark.

I am suddenly driving to work.
I see a construction zone, on the road, and try to swerve the car to the left.
The car looses contact with the ground, and everything starts spinning.
I see the world over the car,
then below it,
then over it,
then below it.

Then the car stops rolling, on its relaxed position: wheels down, roof up, as it should be.
I exit the car,
unharmed.

Three of the wheels are being supported by
three
mounds
of dirt.

All of them are pretty damaged.

The fourth wheel is suspended.
It is not touching the ground.
It has no damages.

I look at the tires.

All of them are flat, but the one suspended.

I am unharmed.
My feet is touching the ground.

I wake up,
late for work.