08.18.08
And
And
by Melissa Morris
At night he dreams in Poetry
and technicolored imagery,
and he doesn’t exist any more,
and he doesn’t exist again,
and he doesn’t exist from the moment when
they laughed at him and said
they wouldn’t be his friend,
and he dreams alone,
and he dreams out loud,
and he dreams as Poetry,
the ever changing cloud,
travels passed him,
and through him,
and pretends that it knew him.
“And” was originally published in Superior Poetry News, 2001 © Melissa Morris
