Dreamless Sleep


This is no country for an uneasy dream

By text and phone we keep in constant touch

No marginal change of luck

No shifting of the figures

Not even a scratch on the car

Will go unheralded for an hour.


This is the dreamless land, we know its name

Not even a village of the soon-to-be-dead

Or a culverted stream has not been mapped

The problems are all cracked


So when the dreams invade the dreamless land

We find another name for them and spin

A comfortable definition and turn

To the selected music for a while

Outside is a sham

Where the dreams walk and sing.



There we go – the dreams are invading the dreamless land again! Call the Police! As I said under “Impressions”, I found one poem didn’t exhaust that phrase.

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  1. Caddo Veil

     /  January 24, 2012

    Kind of interesting. I’m in a somewhat perpetual dream state, though…


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