Ravaged by dreams
that seep into sleep
or sometimes my thinking, creating
Tempest-tossed on the waves of REM
that pound and reverberate up-and-down
to the rhythm of my throbbing temples.
Then I awaken, lips chapped, throat parched,
seeking Dream Catchers,
Discectomy of rabid mentality
.Vanquished by dreams.
But sometimes when the body
Chooses not to relieve itself on my mind in the night,
then sleep comes,
with pleasant dreams.
Or, more often, resting blindness.