Thursday, April 09, 2009

Dreams, Too Sweet

no feathers in my mattress
don't cradle me
let the swing be still
and the sheep graze
earthbound and uncounted

may the hammock come unknotted
the pillow stay unfluffed
no high threadcount sheets
no down over me
my comfort unkept

espresso shots for my nightcap
horror shows, my bedtime tale
spice and tension and restless legs
and all manner of things that
no good mother would wish her babe

I don't crave sleep
that pharoah's tomb
daring to enter, I am blessed
with dreams that are sweet
then full-waking sorrow of truth

I forgo the treasure, and thus avoid the curse.


  1. Anonymous8:08 PM

    what a very very intriguing poem... there is no comfort to be found??? .. beautiful


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