I pulled a few poems out my belly today
they were nude

I stared at Picasso's Mediterranean
landscape 1952

sharp edges turned into skull

but i thought about that one dream
I had where the sunrise was gently
pulling me out of sleep

a powdery salmon sun
the ocean taking me away
until wake

a new day has started for some
and here i am at 4am
going after the unleashed moon

chasing down the last of the
poetry i have left with no sleep.