I awake and know my dreams were deep
but I’ve already surfaced and can’t see past my feet
my tongue, though, is tight,
feels like if it might just speak the right words
the perfectly positioned hocus-pocus
to snap the world back into focus
to make go poof all the bogus nuclear nightmares
the garish greedy empire of our daily fare…
no, though, not yet at least—now it’s just time
to shower and shave and savor the coffee of the day
