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

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
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?


Any thoughts on the above post are appreciated! Otherwise, I think I must be living under a rock.

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