Again
In dreams
I find you
The drip
drip
drip
From that leaky pipe in the corner
…don’t bother me none
The broken glint
Through
two
four
six
Bars in my window
…don’t bother me none
And, loud as ever
The proud
unending
Roar
that is Hambone’s snore
…don’t bother me none
I’m a Prichard County boy
from Linkhorn Lake, I’ll confess
So I really can’t
imagine
too much
I can’t imagine riches
since I never seen money
do nothin’ but leave
I can’t imagine city lights
but I have been to
lexington
once
Laying here I,
Prichard County to my bones,
Can imagine paradise
and not the one Pastor Buford use to preach at the church on the lake
and not the one that new Garvis Preacher says no greedy operators
shall enter…
…my dream is the one
I’ve been to before
Skin so soft
Warm
Clean
pressing closer to my body
Lips so sweet
Cool
Inviting
resting dangerously close
to my unshaven face
Hair so fine
Whispy
Dark
tickling my nerves
A whisper so lilting
lyrical
kind to my ears
… “sleep, Matchstick”
as I drift off to sleep
…again, in dreams, I find you
By Danny Wayne Cotton