Here is a lesson in violence:
what brutal delight is better indulged
than waking?
With the opening of your eyes
you rip yourself from the sticky wall
of Morpheus’ oneiric womb,
sever the tendrils of worlds
not yet opened to you
and now never to be so.
You are left with a splatter
of dreamblood upon your lip,
The faint copper taste of memories
that flee for their lives
from you, cruel waker.
Sated, you pretend gentility
through the journey of an arcing
arrowed sun.
Gloom beckons the beast from you;
in darkness and sleep,
you prey on dreams again.
This poem was originally published under the pen name Gabriel Gadfly.
