i dream a hawk   or maybe a falcon

dives at me   fast   fierce   aimed

for my face   i throw myself sideways   

throw myself half out of bed   then

settle back to sleep   wondering at

the why of it   knowing the who cares  

i'm doing this more often   this jack-

knifing at dreams   why now   

~

though it may seem non-sequitur   los

angeles is home to dreamers of

two kinds   the young and the failures   

~

from the deepest dream-state i dream

and lunge from danger   i write

this from the womb of chrysalism