I hope I don’t dream

when I sleep.

.

Reserve sleep for rest.

Dreaming is work.

.

My dreams are work,

anyway.

.

Allow me rest,

allow me dreamless sleep

or sleepless dreams.

.

Or maybe I’ll keep eyes open,

staring out plane window,

into darkness, watching red light    bli nk. b link. blin k. bl i nk. blink.

.

Nothing more sobering

than  plane compartment.

Written at 6:47 at night, 13 April 2017, in my office, in Agoura Hills CA, in prediction of a moment I will experience on the plane ride back from Miami.