Dream fever

Ghosts rattle his dream cage
every listless hour of the night –
They creep up on him
whispering the songs of a dead mother
who slept in a hospital alone
The old house where the roof leaks
& plumbings that make him weep
The yellow light over the staircase
that lets him sleepwalk into an empty day
& anxious that that day
won’t be any other day
when he loses his job
& officemates go their own stupid way.
The wind inside the room
hushes them down
Spirits that in & out of his heart drone
until he wakes up in the whirlpool of smoke & leaves
& drowns.
Who cares about personal memory?
Sole witness is Cole Porter
reliving loves lost & found,
friends & foes forever gone
He finally turns off the nightmare
to lead them out the door as if nothing has happened
except traces of dry tears that signify
he’s just a sentimental boor!

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