I’m not sure what it means
This endless stream of dreams
Coming out of me
Overflowing in heaps and waves
Someone forgot to turn off the faucet in the tub
Flooding, splashing, spilling
It is everywhere
This perfect mess of Everything-Ness
Where can I put it all
I seem to try
Try again and stall
As this back-up comes rushing
Flushing through this creaky dam
Of a human body that is me
Fingers flow, I type
Let it out
But where can I start to package it up?
Like those hamburger buns in that one dream – where
It was about to rain on them and there were so many
And I had to contain them in plastic bags
But did not know where to begin?
There is just so much,
So very much.
Then someone, abruptly,
Turns the faucet off.
And now there is nothing, nothing at all.
And that sure as hell won’t work either.