Unreal is the Dreamy Day
Maybe it’s better to be unreal, ’cause
that’s what dreams are like sometimes, and
my dream-maker uncovers the undercover heart
Where is my secret muse?
I think perhaps…
when I am hot enough,
she will come like
a cool breeze with salve and
a promise to cry out a laugh,
a promise to
fight with pillows and forgiveness,
puffy like a cloud
this vow on rainy days:
a thunderous love
and only a
joyful reign
Poet Laureate of the Primitive Planets 