Dream poems 1983
Anger
The storm of anger looms,
Dark upon the horizon,
It will smash me, I fear,
If I lose control.
Changes
Plunging over the gray concrete dam,
Murky water, foam white and soft,
Leveling into a deep crimson sunset,
Overflowing the horizon into blue velvet night.
Hipo in My Shower
There's a hipo in my shower.
Ferns and flowers abound,
Bright white, tiled floor.
The midget hipo leaves
Through a waterfall;
When I shout,
"Get out of my shower."
Playing a Waterfall
Holding the edge of the water;
I lift it to the top of the rocks,
Water cascades down into the pool,
Shining sheets, wet windows.
Picking up the edge again,
Reaching higher,
I feel the music start.
Again and again, I play my waterfall.
