Nightmares are another thing

the source on tap, finally
pours out hair and butterflies

no solutions no

accusations no

prayers no incriminations

only innuendo

ungovernable hints

like someone forgot to hide
or else they died and got lost out back behind the woodpile near the outhouse
quite next to the clothes line tree

and somehow you fail to seek or
perhaps you set a trap and your mom
she’s putting the laundry out
and it’s only a yellow sock
which belongs to no one
and it rains