autumn rain —
the warmth of one too many
glasses of wine

dream sequence - part 5

I fall asleep in your arms
and wake up in a parking lot
surrounded by walls of piled-up snow.
the lights are out.
I must find someplace warm.
the dog keeps trying to open the bedroom door.
I’m awake,
and I’m alone.

dream sequence - part 4

waking up, someone thanks me for having nice veins.
I’m lying on the ground, staring into bright lights, in a lot of pain.
a football game.
“did we win?” I ask.
“don’t get me started.”
it’s not a football game.
it’s Iraq,
and my legs are missing.

dream sequence - part 3

down port, way past midnight, I wander from shadow to shadow, determined to avoid the cops. a voice cries out “Merry Christmas!” no one is there.

dream sequence - part 2

wearing your bathrobe I fingered through your CD collection while you slept, wondering if I had misjudged you - fantasizing that you were as cool as I wanted you to be.

dream sequence - part 1

your stained sheets made it clear
that this wouldn’t be what I had hoped.
on the other hand
it seemed totally appropriate
to wipe off your lipstick
on the comforter.
minutes later
I dreamed of my next
fortuitous wrong turn
into paradise.