COME HERE, LET
ME HARM YOU
I was always pretty daft, like they
put it in clinical notebooks, 'off
balance, insecure, apt to believe
in both nightmares and dreams.'
As if you have to pick one or the
other? What are they thinking?
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My own bedbugs were in the
dark-night soil of my mind. For
late night travel and overnight
shows. Things shone, like gold
and diamonds, in the oft-dark
patternings of dreams and
thoughts together.
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I went home, evened out and
sideways, and walked right
through the thin crack in
the doorway to light.
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