Tuesday, April 16, 2013

DREAM WORK






DREAM WORK


I sit on the stairs of
a brownstone ( in New York I like to think )
on a day of comic book weather,
reading from a copy of Ginsberg's poems,
finishing a last line that says,
"Then I closed my eyes and went
to work."
I move from the stairs to a bed
that sits in the front flower garden,
and lie down.
The sun flicks off behind
tissue clouds.
Then I close my eyes and go
to work.









First published in 1984 in Earthwise