With the bounding of the words of vulgarity
We are strangled

The children play
Never noticing that their moist dreams are being dried
With salt

This dark sun causing our dreams to simply,
Evaporate our dreams through our pores.
I stay covered.

In 90-degree heat my sweat suit stays in place
The hood is tied so that even as a perspire all of my dreams
To be absorbed by polyester and cotton
Only my eyes are visible

So that I can watch as other people’s dreams are absorbed and feed the darkness
At lest my dreams are not lost to the endless souls of hell.