In my dream it was a high C
reality told me that I was
screaming in my sleep
My Bear startled awake asking
if I was okay, he kissed my shoulder
and told me I was not singing
I have these clusterpluck dreams
I’m searching for something
while doing something complicated
Like starring as the only Black woman
in a 1950’s musical that no one has heard of
Someone believes that I can sing
Dance and speak in front of an audience
I must be dreaming, well of course it is a dream
A rotating stage adds to my disorientation
They call me by my stage name then
my character name adding to feelings of
Twilight Zone reality
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Serotonin, norepinephrine, and dopamine
Without them I’m a drip on morphine
My chemistry is a mystery
I blame it on genetic history
The third part of this
creates a story, a poem, a myth
I’m writing myself into a corner
a poem as solemn as a mourner
Can it get any worse
at least I’m not in a hearse
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Wellbutrin and Paxil enhance my dreams
it is not a surprise that my brain fires
as it does. My cocktail my nemesis
my lifeline, my nightmare when will
medicinal marijuana be legal in this state?
Amanuensis Sobriquet-Reverie 