from Nick Pecucci: Broken Dreams

Broken Dreams

Who guards the barrier of our broken dreams–

our demons or our angels?

The demon hides our love in closets like this out-

grown sweater. The angel protects us from the horrors

that the sweater has seen. 

I am a sandglass away from collapsing,

or a pillar away from standing.

We wonder at the dreams we cannot remember,

imagine ourselves operating upon them with a remote control 

that shuffles favorites,

that knows our words,

that pillages time.

But no–

we are powerless 

over the content of our sleep.

Leave that to our demons 

and our angels.