SURREALITY

The bones of a butterfly
lie dripping gossamer flesh
under a newly risen sun
the stark daylight
blinds my brain
and though moving about
functioning in my daily tasks,

I am really unconscious,

the part that is awake
only wants to meander lethargically
into a hazy datdream cognizance, or

at least sleep a sleep where
the dreams are a continuing reality
of the night before,

where the mundane waking hours
are only the vapid dreams
of some other world
lifetimes away,

melting into now.

circa 1992-1998(?)