Another night of recurring dreams
tonight # 14,
a deadline where my computer won’t work and,
or am I’m writing a title with invisible ink?
“Martin Luther King vs Malcolm X:
Equality but by any means necessary”?
loosening and moving
like door frames shaking in hurricanes.
And sometimes I can’t sleep,
the constant phone calls late at night,
“Hello, is that Control?”
“Hello is that Control?”
Always the same questions then dead air,
always the static fizzle,
just like when the TV is