Awoke
did I
to trap a dream
untrammeled in its art
But hurriedly it lost its gleam
Though I drew it part by part
How to capture?
How to keep
such singleness of soul?
Such loving rapture
born of sleep
‘twas one of Heaven’s foal.
Brand "X" , and ACME, poems and stories. Surreal, sappy, funny, horrific, and human.
