gold and gold
& glistening
prescription fire
for the blistering brain
to ashes
to dust
to fog he smiles behind
when I am asleep

leave this city

my dream-catchers stopped
working
& the sandman laughs at my
so-called nightmares
then steals my
covers
& puts me in a horrid
disposition

I am desperate for dance
but
I am fearful of chance