Dizzy

by Garrison Locke

In the dream

I’m running.

The room spins –

a yellow blanket,

someone has a gun –

Awake.

Tags: poem

This entry was posted on Monday, February 22nd, 2010 at 9:00 am and is filed under Creative Writing, Poetry. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. Both comments and pings are currently closed.