Dreams of War

1-30-2005

Why should I dream

of safety hazards,

straw needles,

and excess lovers?

I braved the dark-

no one else would.

Who could ever match my strength?

They seemed endless

and harmful.

I could go to a place

where I pretended to be holy.

One can never choose what graces-

with piles of bones,

left over from the dead babysitter…

no, no-the exchange student!

My bed is a bunker…

there’s another mystery going on?

And who the Hell keeps rearranging

my furniture?