In A Dream

In a dream I went walking.
Had a bad day.
Flying leaves hit my face, scuffling their edges on my cheek.
Sadness turned into words,
And words came that were sad.
For life tames the melancholy tone.

Music to my ears.
Nobody heard the notes.
I was alone in a great forest.
Silent woods.

As trees sway, I stay.
Consumed with whatever my mind wants.
Long fits of clarity flirt.
Can't shake the anger
Pestering me, flies buzz.
Have to squash one in particular.

This fly is a black cloud
Fogging up glass, eats trash.
What will keep this parasite at bay.

My hands fall away like ash.
Nothing can touch this feeder of filth.
Plaque in my veins, and ache of my eyes.
When will it die, I won't succumb.

c. 2012 BZC