What other kinds are there
there in the dark cinema
of the restless sleeper
stitching time together
to cover naked truth
once creatures of the night
prone to falling out of tree
now the big house in town
sets all the people in lines
facing the flickering lights
dreams mastered and orderly
with names like Rosalee
Goes Shopping or I Am
or Ace Ventura or Thrive
Give me the cliff hangers
of my own youth
the crumpled heaps of imagery
the clouds of memory between
parked cars out on the ocean
or in shadows of hedgerows
at the old farm places names
the man with a drip
on the end of his nose
the rooster who played
the violin the piano
I fell into till I learned
three chords and vibrated
all the next day
untidy dreams wild
and scattered like birdseed
dreams that burble up
in conversation the heartburn
season without rain
calling out with a start
in the dark give me back
night even now at noon
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