Dream of Franz
The dream catcher caught me.
I have the hook in my arm to prove it.
I went to sleep and woke up in Franz’s apt.
Boy was it a mess. He looked the same. Greasy hair,
Clothes all in disrepair.
But I walked over to him and explained that there was no time to lose
I have waited so long anyway and now it is clear.
I laid out my case.
That the other stuff doesn’t matter
That I certainly was not going to be a poet
And I would care for him.
Robert Kelly was there riding a brown horse which
He made kneel so we could all pet it.
Many others were there some I know Quasha, Kim, Mitch more than I can name.
He seemed to approve the declaration and all that it implied
Franz said to me was that he didn’t want to wait any longer
Transaction accomplished, I admired his view overlooking the ocean,
What a little skin prick can trigger.