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.