I dream in bits and snippets.
Like a chanel surfer,
searching for something new
Like a film festival of captionless
foreign movie trailers.
My attention deficit manifests
as a long dark hole
in the middle of my consciousness
where ideas, fixations, and fears go
to die, then return to haunt my subconscious.
I know they were there last night.
I know my dreams paraded by like
some circus freak show.
But I can’t recall a single image.
Perhaps my subconscious is just trying
to protect me from insanity.
I can respect that.
Time to rejoin the real world and
pray it makes more sense
than the nightly bits and snippets.