Fear of Dreaming...
Fear of Dreaming by Jim Carroll
Too many teeth
In this city
What I want is to sleep
inside a strange language, trimming
The bonsai under glass,
its redolent needles
clipped precise as The Buddha's fingernails.
Yet, I'm nervous to sleep. Afraid to dream
And fearful as well of waking too late.
Wary of the end of this century,
Its bloodthirsty and dead weight.
I've slept, I've dreamed, and I've awakened right on time.