the in-between state

 

i dream a hawk   or maybe a falcon

dives at me   fast   fierce   aimed

 

for my face   i throw myself sideways   

throw myself half out of bed   then

 

settle back to sleep   wondering at

the why of it   knowing the who cares  

 

i'm doing this more often   this jack-

knifing at dreams   why now   

 

~

 

though it may seem non-sequitur   los

angeles is home to dreamers of

 

two kinds   the young and the failures   

 

~

 

from the deepest dream-state i dream

 

and lunge from danger   i write

this from the womb of chrysalism

 

 

 

 





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Written on 2019-07-05 at 21:09

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
The last line says it all beautifully
this from the womb of chrysalism
Well written Jim.
2019-07-06


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This poem, like the latest from One Trick Pony, is quite dreamlike itself. Nicely done.
2019-07-05