I want to write
Poems
In my dreams
I want to
Dream poems
Onto the tip
Of my pen
Leak them
Onto my paper
I dream
Of writing poems
Of dreams
Where I write poems
And as I dream
Of dreamless
Poems
Of thoughtless
Bubbles
It comes in a
Wave
The dreams
Of poems
While
I'm awake

I am not compliant
I'm moody
I'm messy
My shadow is crooked
When it hits
The brick road
The mail man
Nods
Knowing
I'm nothing special
The neighbors
Stare
In curiosity
Of
Who I might be
Become
But really
I'm the outside
I'm the dark night
Nothing special

"whats your problem?"
brain injury, some black chest hole
possibly ******, and accusing me
"excuse me?"
being so sensitive, pricking pin
dart boards, pink wisps, stupid words generate-
"so you wanna be mean to me?"
misunderstood, caught fists up
pants down, ***** words, swinging wood-
"can't believe i thought i knew you"
hammering nail heads, guess we were
both confused-

lumberers needle hacking at his limbs
which fell in the cars on the track of the train
headed straight to his head
straight through his skin
last stop, the beauty shop
where they tell him to wake up
steps off the bus at the gas station
buying cigs and wandering again