Tuesday, July 26, 2016


dreamt you were a friend again
on a sunny morning
sharing a single bed
this lasted for three seconds
after waking

one assumes everyone
in whatever circumstances
such respite


better to have loved
and won
don't fool yourself


Thursday, July 21, 2016

unlived, unread

whatever its story now
its pages become dreams
lost to all futures

time gone away
lights gone out

a book that slides from the hand
of a sleeping reader
an ending before an ending
hitting the floor

all reality conspires
to this question:
does the impact here
rouse the sleeper
or merely shuffle off
undressed, derelict
into the unrecoverable
of dreams?