Pyramid Dream 

                                                  And we dreamed a dream in one night, I and he; we dreamed
                                                  each man according to the interpretation of his dream.
                                                  – Genesis 41:11

Decay. Decay  
like a crypt on  

payday. The heat  
heaves a breeze  

of harm & hay.  
Fields full of  

crows. Deaf ears  
of grain. Death  

shimmers in 
the mouth like  

a mouthful of  
gin. The river is  

away. The sun  
will not not stay.  

Drive a slow plow  
through soft earth, 

sprinkle nickels  
in the upturned  

soil. Reap, sow,  
repeat. The river  

is away. Rain  
refuses to say  

its name. There  
are stories that  

must always be  
told the same  

way. This is one:  
Asps gave old 

Cairo no quarter  
& no pharaoh  

nor slave could  
stave their funny  

kiss. A queen 
died this way. Clothed 

in linen. Veins  
black as boots.  

What witching  
hour will find us  

now? What ink  
will lend its stain?  

The river is a  
sarcophagus cool  

as a cave. Another  
type of door.  

Behind which  
no one sleeps.