What is your dream?
You have to follow that.
That is what is important,
it’s not education,
it’s not job,
it’s the dream.
It’s something to fall asleep with
every night of your life.
A life which matters
only through love and dreams.
My dream is this.
Today I did this toward my dream.
Now I can sleep
a poet’s sleep
***
I’m the only one on Sametime/AOL
Even Ricardo is gone; he’s always logged on
So I’m by myself
Riding this dinasaur down to the tar pits
No scenery, no fun, no company
High noon in a ghost town
Nobody to shoot at
Nobody to shoot at me
A casual little jaunt
From a short past to a shorter future
A smooth ride actually
Sure, steady, definite
Dead silent except for the air purifier
That spits a chad occasionally
So quiet that I know I have
A bit of tinnitis
From that straight-piped John Deere A
And the wistling wind on motorcycles
As far as I know I could be on this rock
All by myself
Since I can’t have proof
Of anything
Hurtling into deep space
Yet all I feel is the lumbering dinasaur
So relaxed, so easy
So sure and unalterable
The only one on Sametime/AOL
My humble hands have made
love and lovely things
and now we remember
my humble lips have made
love and said kind things
my thighs have felt your hands
my ears have loved the sound of
your voice
and now we remember
as you say my name
willow trees grow near the stream
we sat beside the river
we fished, we
made love, we
came to be the summer
breeze
***