dreams


 
 I am fluorescent
 before the dream
 breeding angry tomb stones 
 like some splintered whore
 I battle quaking teeth
 against the earth
 
 all humming 
 I prod tiny vapors above
 
 translucent and hopeful 
 not understanding 
 so many roads to choose from 
 for whose sake 
 a stranger 
 may ask his way 
 not knowing why
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