nineteen

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

i was in the dreaming

 

 

i was in the dreaming

held

in

a scream

as the hammer

beat

my aching neck

time and time again

 

i was old

i was young

i was in this dreaming

 

i was on the road

once more

stuck 

in a highway jam

and

thinking 

of home

where is my home?

 

i was nowhere

split

and stoned

sinking

 

 

 

i was a stranger

staring

 

i was

hung

dreaming

 

 

go the distance

 

 

 

poem for lock-down

 

at every turn

feeling

bricked-up

bricked-up

broken

down

stuck in the ground

lost

not found

 

fleeting

fear

floating

flotsam

at every turn

bricked-up

bricked-up

ground down

 

they're crowding me in

they're crowding me out

these dreams

these words

this vestigial spinning world

locked-up

locked-down

I'm just 

bricked-up

bricked-up

broken

ground