Urgent Sleep
Enter the mad nightmare
In my urgent sleep
A salty snail, pure magic
Thrashes its mouth upon the silver sun
Its scar, jagged yet cinnamon
Pleads for silence with the applause
In my urgent sleep
Below, the howl of my enemy
Is light as a feather
The empty blood
No longer a tiger
Drinks this dream until it is orange
In my urgent sleep
Lightning strikes me
The crazy parade retreats
Wind breaks and muscles spark
A sea of avocados knifed the nightmare
Of my urgent sleep
Ari
June 2007