Dreaming

Dreaming

What was I dreaming of last night?
All those floating faces in the stream,
grinning over the houses and trees,
or flying from star to star like that,
forever round and round in circles,
headless faces intoxicated, laughing.

Everything I dreamt was strange.
I peed behind the billboard over the freeway,
then I was surrounded by 100 cop cars
spotlighting me beneath "Hollywood"-
the famous hillside sign.
Wondering about cheerleaders shouting
my name, cheering gimme a "P".

Familiar faces, visages of the dead
hovering on the fringe of Freudian
hypothesis. Waiting for epiphany,
a startling awakening, Sleep breaks,
memory dissolves. Awake, unsolved
the mystery of the netherworld.
I start the morning coffee.