is Chanting in Postludium?
The sandman can sleep anywhere
his six-armed coat hangers dragging
everything into your embryonic
elephant dreams: venus flytraps
playing strip poker with a naked
Anthony Bourdain, alabaster-skinned
vampires fly-fishing for Swedish
mannequins that keep getting bigger.
Sleep paralysis can pass through walls
anytime and sear Hendrix’s “Star
Spangled Banner” through your body,
his three-finger tentacles pulling off
your covers.
Priscilla Lee