i am a remedial dreamer of a kind
for me, dreams are a remedy
because like a sponge, all day, my mind
sops up everything i see

everything i hear and touch and taste
and smell, all juicily jumbled in the honeycomb mesh
quite a slurry of impressions, until dreams… well… until they
squeeze the sponge, so to say – ’til they release the mess

it’s palpable when i awake
there’s room in there for more
instead of that briney brain-logged ache
i’d had the night before

thank God for dreams, really
though of course sometimes they’re bad
without them, i’d be walking ’round
with mop water in my head

Today’s Daily Spur word is Dreamer.