11 February 2009

craig sernotti

Dream, 26 November 2008, Early A.M.

Behind my eyes
someone's waving.
A pregnant dog
at my feet.
Bodies wash up
on the beach.
Smells of lavender.
Someone tells
a joke.
I laugh into the
but I don't mean it


Use my nose hairs
to climb down from your
gray tower of dread.

Steal all the porridge you can
from those goddamn bears.

Find a well,
make a wish,
toss in a dwarf.

I will lie and tell you everything ends
happily ever after
whenever you need to hear it.

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