Poem #2,773 | Every morning I am amazed

Every morning I am amazed
by my settle of dreams from
my night before – that other-
world place lives – spewings
of grotesque & grandeur [as
sex & liars entwine] – shame
worn without superfluity of
flush-face [I’ve never seen a
mirror in my sleep] – Recital
will always fail & those slips
from scene-to-scene fade in
my grab of consciousness &
be left as brief clips – Weigh
of flesh [& misfit of clothes]
are lifted from my morning
of re-sets [but sweet grains
stay – sense will taste them]