I COME HERE OFTEN

I come here often

to lie in the road and dream.

Of a day of dreams.

Dreams that
Ripen on the trees like peaches at the harvest.

Where is this

That we go to dream?

Anymore I wonder why I still come.
I’ve grown tired of dreams.

What have I grown tired of?

All these lies that
Lie here. My dinner for too many years.

I’ve had my last bite. I wouldn’t
let a dog touch these scraps.

You’ve never been there.

Been where? I’ve been.

You’ve been there? Where is it?

The dream.

What dream is it?

The dream it is.
There’s the dream, the one
Sweet essential dream.

I’ve seen the dream. A heaven
Of a dream. I’ve seen all the dreams now.
There aren’t any new ones left.

1981.