sleep approaches in its crib

- For C. Mehrl Bennett

& Sheilah Wilson Serfaty

the dream of Dao in a sewer is a

tree bending in a storm is a dream

of a chair sitting on the edge of a cliff

came late taste their baby or any

walked it off she held the start but

brimming love the dream of being alone

is a dream of a wall of light pulsing

in darkness is the dream of a tree

falling out a window the tree a

wingless bird flying toward a

tower if I smell bare or ate if I

held a suitcase full of forks and

buzzing razors if I folded my

face on a dripping mirror , , , , , ,

doll

edge blood

tree on fire

)O Clock Come to Me(