Dreamscape

Lying alone, sponge-dripped,
Fed on promised whispers,
Oriental island breezes,
Thoughts never quite uttered.
Windows covered with hazy shades,
Glass half empty, perennially,
Nothing stirs, no mention ever
Of anything remotely awkward.
Paradise perceived in 20-20 vision.

Salute

The day, ignomy dressed as routine,
Salacious eventuality,
Occurences dwelt upon,
Too much..

Dream Catcher

Snip, snipe,
Relish the dark night's whispers,
Slowly, creeps a shadow to the pond
Where, we all know, a monster hides,
From the world of day,
From us.