Tracking the terror back
a tumble start – tiptoeing through the dusky morning
tongue tied and exhausted
For a fraction of a second wondering if
perhaps
these ominous dreams are somehow carefully cloaked honesty
Brushing revelation followed by
catastrophic relief –
it was a mere mixture of someone else’s nightmare.
5.7.09
JMG
A night of paralyzing dreams
- the dreams of the dead –
arms flailing helplessly to break through
it is only me here
morning toes – the dream realms slipping
what was it, again? The thing that mesmerized me?
repeat, but not so swiftly.
it is only I that’s awake.
5.5.09
JMG
dreams peppered with masked men
caustic happenings.
in my half-asleep condition I am spinning in circles –
hair cutting patterns in my face.
JMG
4.14.09
my exhaustion is seeking solace
hot brown swirling a.m. elixir
too often catapulted from unconsciousness
11.17.2008
JMG
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