Dead poets
haunt your dreams
and disturb the sleep.
You wake up,
startled
as in a battlefield
fighting
the airy nothing.
Last night,
you remember,
the mosquito fight
you could not win.
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When Princess sleeps
there is no sound.
Her dreams are deep.
Castles in clouds on mountain tops.
She gets waited on when her shoes drop
to the ground.
This is what dreams are made of.
Drank a pint of Smithwicks around 7pm
Split a plate of nachos with a friend
Drank 2 fingers of Wild Turkey 101 at 9:30pm
Ate Chicken and pasta around 10pm
Small arugula salad too
Hard some coconut sorbet at 10:30
Fell asleep watching political rhetoric at 11pm
Went to official bed
Dreamed about Mister Ed
The talking horse TV show
Told my wife about it at 3am
She was partially asleep
Had never heard of Mister Ed
She’s a UK product
Told me I was crazy
Tossed and turned after that
Took melatonin at 4am
Finally fell asleep at 6am
Up at 8
The moral of the story ?
Duh
Beats me
When we kissed,
I could taste last night
on your skin
alongside my dreams.
You did not answer me
when I spoke.
It was 5 am
and the world
was still dark
but we
were obedient
to the blueprint
of our days
despite the desire
to wrap around
one another
and be lured
by each other’s
warmth of slumber.
Drunks are still howling
Those lost bodies in the rain
Looking for a god
I hear the zoomings
Of those engines passing by
Zooming—Zumming—Zompf
The house still rumbles
Set’ling slowly on raw earth
The endless journey
I twist and I turn
But the stars are still too loud
To the window called
Rain mist coats the world
Sky opaque in Autumn’s night
But hear them I still
Other worlds’ suns cry
I can do nothing but wait
For the break of dawn
I slink back to bed
Close my eyes and close my mind
To the realm above
Drifting, away, off
I do remember you Void
You are like this night
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All the images and the sounds
of a long day of striving came
to an imminent head, waking
up no less than four times, burning
sour stomach, heart palpitating
image, all to be surrendered
for a more long-lasting peace,
remnants of political propaganda,
crossbow murder mysteries,
sad siren folk music.
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