When Exiting a Dream State

Tell Nightmares

In this nether,
In the blanket high
Of brown declarations
Fake sugar sized holes
Hide behind the flash of
Many flashing monitors
Flashing the daily schedule
Of drama in your tennisCourt
of collapse.

These morning seditions drill
Oil rigs into waking states
Transport rain showers
Court ordered murder
Terror delirious and understated,
Calmed by maple syrup laced
Oatmeal.

Turbulence decompresses
Blankets silencing alarms
Needle stuck music on repeat,
Spinning backwards into
the Supposed deliverance
of Subliminal letters.

All that they cherish is burning
Coal fuels warts eroding what
Is left by the Sand-weaver
Whirling restlessness,

Conducting surgery on R.E.M. delirium
Drooping until mixed cereal consumed.
You are no longer upright bat, until juices
Ignite irises distorted, cracked pupils,
Followed footsteps creaking through iridescent serenity.

Not the kind of reverie for which you
Were stitched together—the purpose of
Soul repair,
Or tampering

Micah Zevin 2007.

Tell me your Nightmares, morning or otherwise...
send them before you fall asleep heh! heh! heh!