Dancing in the Piglight - Pujol

I took some antihistamine

Because everything just hurt too much

And I needed to feel like everything was okay long enough to loose grip

And there i was

In this dream

You lived in a New Orleans style

Old house and I had come over to

Borrow a spotlight made from a pighead

Called the «pig light «It's a pigs head w a grip coming out its mouth

There’s a spot light where the neck stops

Built into the head.

When you pull the trigger to shine the light

It looks like a pig eating a gun

No one can see you when the lights on

You came outside w dirty laundry or a pile of your clothes crying

You dumped the clothes into the open trunk of one of the man rusted out cars in

the large front yard shrouded in weeping willows

I asked if I could borrow the pig light

Then I was a ghost i thought

I flailed in the yard with the pig light

The weird tourists couldn’t see me

Dancing with the pig light

I thought I was a ghost

I got done moving and went inside to see why you were crying

I felt my way through the dark chaotic cluttered house

I got under some covers and listened:

Your roommate looked like young Joan Jett.

You asked HER why she was crying

Joan Jett said because he hit me

Both of you moved over to where I was under the covers.

And continued your

conversation talking back and forth from opposite sides of the bed or covers

pile.

I fidgeted and coughed.

I made sounds like I was waking up.

Was I?

Apparently I was not a ghost, and you thought noticed I was there and that

maybe I had been sleeping there.

You affectionately pulled back the covers

«Is this where you want to be?»

Then I woke up «for real.»

To answer your question,

Yes it is.

I would be fine if heaven was my brain firing off like this.

But in this life, it’s important to me that you know:

I don’t like you

Cuz I love you.