Damp Dreams

 Not every day but often 

I wake up in a pool of 

Damp dreams- and regret. 

But as I pull out of my bed 

I pledge 

To set aside dreams that are dead 

And stretch to live a life that is real.

And as the frying pan of the sun simmers 

Then cools

So does your memory 

And life yawns and smiles

In the subdued glory of dumb joy 

And almost empty happiness.

But my friend,

As the day comes to its end 

And I stand before the mirror

And dance a solitary dance 

And take a solitary puff 

My drags become longer 

And my lonely dance slower 

In the rising smoke your hair twirls and I smile 

Knowing that once again 

I will slip into the sleep of damp dreams- and regret