NaPoWriMo 3

Every night I’m having
the kinds of dreams you have
when there’s not enough

stimulation in the day
conversations with old friends
new and old plays to rehearse

houses to move in and out of
all contribute to this nightly
lethargic dance of synapses

as if to say you haven’t lived
enough so here is my offering
and whatever you remember

in the morning as you start to move
will linger through the day
when you see far more

pixels than human faces
on the screens that fatigues us all
and this ghost echo reverberating

in your eyes nose ears and throat
will be there still waiting for you
when you come back to life in time

resting your head to fall asleep with