*Excerpts from “Book of Dreams”
(2012)
Book of dreams, but this ain’t Jack Kerouac…
Just another poet birthed next to the Merrimack
Are you sleep or wake?—better check where ya head is at…
Dreams or nightmares?—tell me can ya rest in that?
Come on…
Had so many visions ever since I was small…
Losin’ my religion—the r.e.m. was goin’ on
Fightin’ the devil as the Holy Spirit holdin’ strong…
That is the Truth
As a teen I’d wake up drained from the stress I went through
Wake in a haze wonderin’ “what is all’a this shit?”…
How’d I get onta this trip?
God is sovereign either way
Watch out for those who dream in day…
They may act out their dreams is what they say
The sleepers laze and they stay
What a hater ever gave me?...
Nothin’ ‘cept confidence and to motivate me…
Tryin’ to drag me down but elevate me
Humble yourself—God exalts…
Fact’a the matter is the fall is not His fault
Dream sights of pieces of the Aiken St. bridge…
Blood-red floatin’ away down the river real swift…
Flood heads over the Merrimack like it was 1936
Time for a switch…
Best rest-movie I’ve had in a long time…
Woke up feelin’ exhilarated tryin’ to figure a way to fly…
With no plane or helicopter liftin’ me into the sky
Surprised they ain’t got a rocket-propelled jetpack designed
Ha ha—dreamt I flew over the river—higher than the birds…
Over Centralville and Pawtucketville tenements I observed…
Was a little scared to fall in the water at first…
But quickly that was gone and I was havin’ a ball and this calmed my nerves.