The Dream

Eyes swell at hearing you relate
the novel you must absolutely
write. You describe the dream
.again.


The one about that man
relieving himself
on
.. . . . . . ...[you]
that little girl.
She
. . . . . . . ..[you]
wears a pretty white dress
and a crimson red ribbon in
. . . . . . ... [your]
her hair.


I want to say i'm sorry
but you will say what for.
You ask instead about my tears
i smile and whisper lies, trivial.

. . .Since you began your story
your drapes are drawn
your door is locked.
I see your silhouette
writing
by the light of one lamp
and wonder if you have
seen. Yet.
Or is your past still a secret
to you, my friend?

I hope you'll call, when..
I hope you'll call.
I hope
. . . . . . . . .[you]
I
.