DREAMWALKING      

 
its getting more      
difficult      
to see my own      
reflection      
in this world      
around me      
anymore      
at any hour      
of day or night      
dreamwalking      
ive caught myself      
again      
now dragging back      
home along      
this faded trail      
of pheromones      
where wild hormones      
so wildly      
went astray      
i cannot help      
but wonder      
at my compulsive waste      
at my nightly      
squander      
of so much precious      
energy      
of so much      
mis spent seed      
as my spirit      
slides      
through these wee hours      
night after night      
down on      
the worn out
holey    
dirty knees      
of my now faded        
once blue      
jeans      
and me      
here in them
not so
holy now
feeling    
as desolate      
as a schitzy
turned off
blank  black     
tv screen      
where      
i stare off      
so numbly erased    
into      
the static gray      
of everything      
in hopeless resignation        
as my tired      
pinwheel mind      
windmills towards      
its inevitable crash landing      
with the silent
stealthy approach      
of yet another
slowly creeping dawn    
soon enough now to come
outside here
in this otherwise     
peacefully serene
ungodly hour
of long lost
restless ghosts
like me myself
seeking solace
in this     
dreamlike
timeless slip
and slides    
soft segues
somewhat zombified
subtle shift
back into inevitable      
new days
ever nearing approach
yet where      
meanwhile      
the civilized      
still mostly all remain        
fast asleep      
so tightly      
tucked away      
in their dark  safe      
little houses      
in what i would guess      
to be      
a somewhat more      
generic      
suburban night      
unable to see      
except perhaps      
in their own deepest      
wildest      
subconscious dreams
that is    
if they      
have any at all      
beyond      
the many      
surface layers      
of their own      
long congealed      
self deluded      
mass illusions      
unconscious      
conscious      
and subconsciously      
more limited      
self blinded confines      
wherein      
that and their      
ultimately      
dead end realitys      
seemingly inescapable      
realm      
the only      
way out of      
such      
paradigmal      
mass stuckness      
for them      
is through      
the improbable      
though still yet      
possible      
should they be      
so lucky      
silent stealth      
of some new      
miraculous      
transformational      
waking dawn      
of more      
enlightened time      
though presently      
unknown      
by mostly      
still      
largely unsuspecting      
constantly distracted      
profoundly      
disconnected      
unawakened humankind      
regardless      
nonetheless      
that unseen      
yet so quickly now      
fast approaching      
newly waking      
dawn      
of time      
ever closer      
quietly comes      
but in the meantime      
i choose      
to bide      
and pass my time      
by walking      
here      
late at night      
like a silent      
horny ghost      
across      
and through      
their darkened      
neighborhoods      
when almost everyone      
and      
everything      
else      
is sunk off      
fast asleep      
i slip out      
into nights peaceful      
void      
dreamwalking      
yet again      
this vampire      
i am      
who secretly steps      
slinks      
and prowls      
mysteriously about      
each night      
for a couple of      
bat blind      
hours      
as this unseen      
phantom shadow      
it seems
ive now become      
covertly passes      
across their      
dark      
sleeping lawns      
under the mystical      
luminous light      
of a dreaming moon      
high up above      
afloat in a vast      
infinite sea bath      
of even more distant      
scattered stars      
faint      
twinkling starlight      
beyond      
where down here      
far below      
aside from my      
sleepless      
restlessly driven      
predatorial      
presence      
only nights dew drops      
have cooly gathered      
by the countless      
millions      
to delicately stipple      
nights cool      
wet kisses      
like soothing      
crystalline      
dreams      
upon      
their grassy yards      
which may be      
the only      
silent      
mute witnesses      
of my nocturnal passing      
here      
come newly risen      
sunrise morn      
enough to possibly reveal      
by then      
left behind me here      
in the nocturnal      
after wake      
of this final      
lingering hour      
before early      
pre dawns      
rising sun      
any subtle      
dewless signs      
of my ghostly footprints      
ever restless      
hungering quest      
for nocturnal      
living      
flesh      
which might      
still remain      
behind my    
passage      
here tonight      
despite my      
careful stealth      
as potential evidence      
of my      
insatiable path      
across all these      
dark      
sleeping lawns      
and      
the very soon      
to be gone      
peaceful      
sleepless stillness      
of this now      
receding night      
as it smoothly      
fades away      
like the whispered      
tail end trail      
of some wispy      
pleasant dream      
seamlessly segueing      
so softly    
off into    
this soon      
to awaken now      
newborn      
virgin      
morn    
to    
come