Last Night I Dreamt
RULE ONE – Do not write poems
about your night’s dreams – but
who cannot when slept delights
fix so many things [without glue]
in one night’s defragging of our
slipped loose & veered to left &
right past sell-by-date thoughts?
Mr Mc. sat in his estate car [with
his son] praying as I scalded J.W.
on his forearm with a hot spoon
[it looked like an accident – I was
digging for facts] – A.S. divulged
truths as P.S. fell apart [even with
her so-commonly-known history!]
as C.M. stated her mucilaginous
pearls were strung by more men –
But shocking them most was A.B.
& his list of six lovers [it silenced –
S.B.] / Why not versify a dream?