Searcher

   I wake in the nightmessages from strangersstick like cobwebs on my pillow;moth flutters around my headI panic Outside the dawnbarricades the moonseagulls blare dissonant criesthat tear my earsripping pieces of sleep You’re searching fora pound of flesha place to hang your souldislodge your debrislike flotsam and jetsam. I wake in the nightroom disgorges meI’m simply passing throughfog fields of your mindwhere you claw and suck at primal sustenance