My Teeth
I dreamt last night that I was awake
thinking about my predicament
it was a hard time to tell
where to dwell
in heaven
or in hell
and should it be
I could live as dead
a fantasy of my head?
I saw my skull
my rotten teeth
as I tried to speak
but the dream wouldn’t let me
and soon the teeth vanished into sleep
a darkness I’ll forever keep
Night Walker
Heaven knows the night walker
whose strides owns no pavement
over the branches and backyards
of the restless and weary
travel in the garden of night
where ownership sees no bounds
and the wind has thoughts and dreams
that blow the houses and the office blocks
meet the wind
prey on the nightmares and bedrooms of days
to want and to straddle
all that is not
and all that could be
