Sweet Dreams

Sweet dreams
Lost at the
Penny candy stand,
Somewhere next
To the nickel cigars.


Desire flows like sand
In a summer rain,
Clinging tight
To your fingers
Till the sun
Dries it hard
And bakes it brittle.
Then it flakes
Like a snake
Shedding skin
And drops like the past
In your way
Across the floor,
Crunching loudly
With every little step.