Dreams
by Kevin Dail

Trekkies beam by
while stoners laugh
Mr. Jones sleeps
and dogs whimper
in the crystaline darkness.
.
Flashing red jewels
sparked by the Man
called by the darkness
screams through the void
waking the dreamers.
Floating above the moonlight
coiling curls of breathy smoke
keep me winking
singing in my sleep
racking coughs of pure ecstasy.

Written May 6, 2001, 6:26 am
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