i kind of enjoy falling asleep by listening to
horror movie soundtracks,
it just means i get to sleep 8 hours
with
rather than 12 hours...
   and what wakes me up are nightmares,
without breaking a cold-sweat,
rather a: huh?
oh you should see the last dream i had:
an ****** riddle hell-hole of a house,
with a witch-like white woman
in her 60s, with congo pygmies' teeth,
chasing me...
   for some, strange, ******* reason:
the dreams i have, are mostly related to teeth...
i ought to be a dentist by now,
    but this last dream, just yesterday,
i didn't wake up sweating, or screaming,
i just woke up, eyes closed,
trying to remember what i did yesterday,
and trying to replay the horror scenes...
it must be the dehyrdation,
but even shakespeare said:
  i'd be happy: if i had one solid night of rest
and some pretty girl telling me:
it's o.k.,
          well... if that ain't in the cards:
might as well crank up the temp.
and share it with the world...
    ever walk mast a creaking metal frame
and find it the embodiment of horror?
creaking wood doesn't sound a quarter
as much sinister as a metal frame
wooed by the wind into a puppett movement...
there's something about metal and the wind...
as it always happens:
i wake up, lie in my bed with my eyes
closed, see the dreams i've had,
then try to calm myself with what i did
last, on the previous day, then i return
to the images of my dreams i had...
  and then the teeth just keep reviving themselves...
like shakespeare said:
i'd be the happiest man alive,
had i but all if not one, of
                     the most, or least of all:
            possible chances -
            of having comforting dreams.