Poets with alarm clocks in their foreheads

the one that stuffs your ears w/eggshells &

cotton candy & never takes the dog out

for walks. it whimpers.

i despise your dream

it speeds up lakes that were rivers

in motorboats tossing beer cans

into New Dead Seas. it covets crude.

i despise your dream

it belches lackluster obscenities

into soft tissue baby ears. it has a bag

full of excuses &its fist gets caught inside.

i despise your dream

it dragged my brother 20 miles under

toxic truck wheels so it never had to feel

it never sleeps. it conceives far too easily.

it rattles death breath on earth & has lived

i despise your dream

its cold sweat visions of a

freedman hurricane tearing out its

heart for 7 doves to lick w/sandpaper tongues.

i despise your dream

am of the nightmares of your dream: a

legion of hungry poets w/minds for souls.