In Dreams Lie Riots Poem by Doug Lane

If you
dream up
words
then you've got to
free those words
whether you feel like it
or not.
They're in there
straining to break out,
straining to escape,
like rioting cons
in the state pen.
They're pouring over the walls,
shivving the guards,
murdering the warden
and the stoolies.
And if you
call out the national guard
to drive them back,
well,
they just might overwhelm
it, as well.

Once you start dreaming
there's no telling
where
those words
will end.