Dream Dreamer

Cascading stars

Not falling stars

Nor momentary shooting stars

Night fireflies

Not fly-by-nights

Nor echoes in the dead of night

Not half-attempts at anything

Nor abstract things

Just real things

Artist Credit: Tiger R.; at various ages


I fear the night knows I slink at its entrance, cowering quietly in its presence

I vacillate between prayer and submission, hysteria and acquiescence

I sleep fitfully, sporadically, the night sky screaming at me

I awake thirsting and alone, wanting back more than lost sleep


It strips me of power
And at arm’s length it bids me to wait
While it keeps me in too-clean shirtsleeves

But, does it not prove I have hope
And might it not be rocket fuel
What if it makes truth come true

Mama Super

Where I find my trouble
At this time of the Day
Wanting my bones to matter
To someone’s outstretched hand

Then oft’ times if there’s time
Throughout the Dayiong dance
Comes the wish to walk it off
In most unorthodox shoes 

When I pour the Day’s last tea
The mild then seems hard 
But as the lights come off I speak
Unnecessarily aloud, I did that


Would that you unwrap me

Slowly winding off the dressings distressing me

While I drift peacefully, mind and limb reposed now 

Resisting my nocturnal nature 

Into eve’s restful comfort, then

With morning might pounce 

To repay you for eased night