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I won’t say it’s a choking sensation,
more a laborious suffocation.
There’s still hope that life will let me go one
way or another, either to be free
to write and run my life as I please, or
make it clear that I’ll be attached to this
line for all time, cramped and caged in like a
creative canine, which I hate. Enough
of this “run until the rope gets taut” stuff.
It isn’t living, or forgiving, and
my neck is chafing from all the straining.
Of course, if my dreams were caged, I’d still be
complaining; the same for if I were set
free: I doubt I could be in charge of me.


In the dream we agreed that
nothing had changed, everything
felt just the same, things were
as taut as we remembered, soft
in the soft places we sought
succor. But I was beginning
to surface and when I broke I grasped
that this was only my translation.

Agree that in a dream
nothing had changed, all
exactly the same view.
We were tight, soft.
We tried the soft places
you should have been. I began to,
on the surface, and when I was broke, I understood
this was just my version.

Considered a dream.
Nothing changed, all.
I had the same view of things correctly.
We are tight, soft.
I tried the soft places.
You should have been there when I started.
Surface, bankruptcy, and I.
This is just my opinion.

In Dreams The Houses Are Always Bigger

175 Samoset Avenue becomes palatial;
some nights, there is even a chapel

just off the kitchen, although I know
in reality, it was Dad’s office.

Morning Dip

I dream
That I’m diving
In a diamond

In your hard-earned

And leap
Like I’m floating
Free from gravity

With some trademark

Dream Come True

Once I dreamt so real, life
Blurred.  My body, sweaty,
Stuck not only to the sheets
But to the fabric of reality,
Mid-dream I lost the
Consciousness of a man, for
I was a tiger!  No tourist
Behind jungle-eyes, my
Thoughts took no snapshots
For friends to realize.
My breath, heartbeat,
All reflexes, pure urges
My inner language and tingles
In the limbs, I swam a swampy
Path through wet canopy
Jungle as a distant rustle
Told my senses, look out!
A snake, some wide-bellied
Python squirming, coiled,
Slithering atop the leaf-ridden
River snaking towards me my
Paws, mid-stroke tense claws,
Time now to pounce?  Find dry land
Before, too late, engage enemy,
Water too thick for fast strike,
Paw deflect, coiling, watch for
Curling of tail around hind legs,
Showcase strength, don’t use it
All yet, shove this sonofagun
Under water, shock him with a
Swift bat from the left, let go
With the right, shake him, swat
Him again, behold, I’m dreaming
I’m a man.

Jazz Trips At My Fingertips

I wake to a filter stronger
Than coffee, sift
Through sunrise

Dreams of images
From a mural still
In the brush,

Where tops
Of trumpet taps
Became bucket seats,

Loud red airport
Chairs that blow
My mind,

And press on with
This picture
Of a sound sleep.