April 12, 2013

• Bad Dreams

  The warm weather brings bad dreams.

  
  Death is a question mark at the end of life.

  I sit at my desk, quietly looking at myself

  hanging in the corner of my office.

   

  I felt my body burn beneath the covers.

  I could not take it! I burst awake.
  I ran away from the orphanage in search of love.

  In the woods I got caught in a thicket

  and my foot came off in the brambles.

  I looked at it and did not wonder why.

  
  Do our feelings end in the lives of domestic creatures?

  Watching lives better than ours play out in the theaters?

  
  She saw me the night my life was weeping.
  Once she left my heart gave way to sleeping.
  In the morning time had still been creeping.
  And nothing came to mind that was worth keeping.

  
  An honest person cries when the seasons change.

  
  Dreams wear off, skin grows thin, the weather becomes cool.

  So I look at myself hanging in the corner of my office.

  
  What’s the matter? Regret your whole life?

  
  I have lost my foot in a thicket but the only true hell is

  God gave us a childhood such that we could ruin someone else’s.

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