Dream Song

These are two poems in a series. I am the narrator in Lucid. The narrator for Kate and I is a ten year old boy.


Lucid

I want to go to sleep,

but ink on paper has more in

common with desire than closed eyes.

Some curious flash of light conspires

with the darkness to refuse my dreams.

A radio begins to buzz with some rhythmic nightmare.

The clock’s hands twist in wicked visions;

wherein lies a creature with eyes like two horizons.

Moving in strobes, she speaks in sirens.

Her shattered motion is a half whispered lullaby.
Speaking to me in a language that is ours.

Our bodies are strewn in perfect tense,
as we are, an assembly of split seconds.

Kate and I

I want to go to sleep
But I can not close my eyes
I hold them open
Just to save her
Because tonight
I don't want to see Kate die

Kate and I
We don't play Kentucky
We lay in our room
Watch the rats scurry in the walls

We lay in the field
Watch the birth and death of distant stars

We lay within each other
Watch the blood course through our veins

But I don't want to dream tonight.
Because in the end, she always dies.