DREAMCATCHER by Alberto Zayden
The sieve worked at first
Only good ones passed
Like tiny balls of couscous
Filtering through a dreamcatcher
Of nylon panty hose
But the nightmares
Cloying and relentless clogged the web
Ice-smooth and skated off
Rappelling towards us down the sides
On the backs of hungry spiders
For days we prayed to the alarm clock
A flash of blood red LEDs our only hope
Embarrassed by the silence of a coddling timepiece
It could not bare to let us know
That we had never been asleep
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