Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Somnambulist

hours after waking
my dream still clings
subconscious static electricity
drenching everyday actions
with scraps of memory
as if they were real
and not awkward intimacies
forced upon my mind's eye
with no regard for comfort
so that innocent chatter
is now tainted oily
slick and tacky
adhering to my thoughts
even as I try to shake free