Dreams & Castles - April 13
- Robert Minicucci
- Apr 13, 2022
- 1 min read
I wake from a dream that sprays
out of my face and onto the walls,
sails out my eyes and nose,
pools on the pillow.

Through blood, teeth, naked women, and goats, I see me in a van with the Air Force gypsy
who writes lyrical poems and hikes sheer cliffs near a Shetland castle.
Minutes ago we were steaming up windows.
I am now drowning in our mist,
thinking how glad I am to never have to clean another kitchen.
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