When Dreams Come Poem by Kyle Schlicher

when dreams come
i disappear.
the self
no longer coexisting
with
the outer skin
confusing life
with
living.

when dreams come
the self evolves
into
this somnolent
mess of quivering flesh
as reality
dissolves
into
a series
of five minute plays
uninterrupted
by
commercial
content.

when dreams come
i suffer
the punishment
befitting
the crimes
committed
by
this person
i
have
become.

when dreams come
mercy
is
a forgotten word.
the floodgates
are
opened
and
the deluge
of
muddy brown water
rises
into
the
morning.

i disappear

when dreams come.

7-09-2006