The Blue of My Mind

They would

Come for me in

My dreams -

Hoards with large yellow eyes,

Ravenous gnashing teeth -

Each with the same, all-consuming body

Of rage

On the blue of my mind -

An expanse

Of navy -

There is no ground -

There is no horizon but a wave

Of wild dogs run, run as there is no end

But each step

A surge of paranoia

A lurch large enough

A heartbeat

To greet me on the

Other side in a pool

Of my own sweat...