rem sleep…

rem sleep...

dancing
on
the edge
of
a dream
that
place
where all things
are
possible
and
anything
can be
undone
decisions
poorly made
corrected
old
arguments
won
salty tears
dried
and
blown
into
nonexistence
one can
also
fulfill
suspended dreams
caress
lovers
never held
taste
the honey
of
lips
only seen
from
a distance
even
succeed
where failure
prevailed
oh
this is a marvelous place
these
moments
between
night
and
dawn
resting
on
a new day’s
pillow

 

 

go ahead and savor it…

game day

i hear children
though
i can’t see
their faces
and
wouldn’t
know their names
if
i could
but
i can hear
laughter
laughter
full of childish dreams
and
expressions
of
universal hope
but
there will be
no
fulfillment
for
these children
must die
the land
upon which
they stand
is
the contested
promised land
where
one
can find
great happiness
well
not these children
they’re
sort of in the way
of
other’s dreams
but
if you’d like
you could
enjoy their laughter
before
their screams

 

 

disposable dreams…

disposable dreams2

they’ve never been
useful
one would say
they
serve
no
practical purpose
something
to throw away
when
your life becomes
preoccupied
with
particles of existence
or
the dust bunnies
under
your bed
i suspect
they’re
one in the same
neither
requires any level
of
pain
to toss into the bin
or
usher off
to goodwill
so
they’ll either be
scavenged
by
someone else
and
incorporated
into
a recycled vision
of
tomorrow
or
left
to
to gather
cobwebs
in
some
bargain basement
self-help
book
on
how to fulfill
your
dreams

cartels..

drug lords and politicos
selling dreams by the gram
to anyone paying the price
personal profits first
other’s deaths the cost of doing business