Charlie’s Recurring Dream

That bastard dream of griefing took my nerves!
Sprang Charlie gave after a sealish yelp
: a mom, his mom, who stuffed him in a plastic box
settles his tub onto a quiet sea of night, swabbed by dark wind
& he is drift away, away from she’s tearful jerk.

& drifts him, drift & knows he drifts
his infant body crammed with adult worry knows
it drifts n’ drifts n’ drifts in blindly to the night arms of sea.

& on a foreign shore still warped by night of sea
is found by faces stole by blurs
& wakes into the cycle once? // splish splash… 

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