Dreamcatcher

#1

The most pernicious of dreams
Are ones sipped incessantly by
Concave eyes, that slip

And every swallow
Makes the bottom of my chest skip
From giddy ambition.

An atom-thick layer of vague
Self-doubt sprinkled like icing sugar,
Forming a brittle pastry shell, but inside

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#2

Globules of your scriptural strictness still float unbidden,
Independent of my structural strictures;
a constricting vein or two of constructed darkchocolate nostalgia

Remains untapped. I fill these
Open mines with slow falling
Sand, and all this while my personal brand of

Seismograph sleeps silently in soft
Satin sheets, slowly shaking, a cloud of
Cotton black that rests on

Soaking saline pillowcases; oh, for those sand-castle conversations that you and I sculpted out of
The desperate need to not suffocate in our skulls, that were born of the night and

Melded into melting mornings; just in time
For the chirping of the birds to remind me
to feel guilty.

For having

Kept you on a pedestal,
For having
Supplanted the facts of my ambition with obsessed fiction that I wrote for you
Every day, every night, and
every day, and every night

Until I became this literature,
Like a reverse Pygmalion,
Trapped in my own art, and only now do I start

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#3

The process
Of
Incineration.

Free myself of ink
And synaptic paper;
And claim myself

For me; my dreams held
ransom until then
by the dreamcatcher that was you.