I remember my dreams
they bleed through the walls,
with alarming speed and gall,

crimson criticism; they wilt and sag
dragging bio-cycle bands to the floor
wall paper tapering between me

and my dreams,

and a spark,

the troubled trickle trail blazed meets its maker

I remember my dreams
and they my mistakes

Either way a dead fish gutted in the see,

I remember my dreams
and they me.