my eyes fall
and
its
on
the half-nod when i know the room is there
that from
a
hurtling burst of memories
a
dream is quickly there
and
i know i am
still
awake
-
the cats a pig
pink
and giggling
and
i
smuggle him about under my dressing gown
asking him
what
the hell
is
going
on
or
i'm on a sortie in a city
full with apocalypse floods
following a witch
past
submerged marker flags
i
planted
on
the
way in
-
the dreams merge tightly with the unreality
of
a
unslept
bed
and i become afraid to close my eyes
and no surprise
the dream catcher has fallen off the wall
too
full
to
help
me
anymore
