a dreamful of nearly closed doors

I was half asleep, but I don't remember which half.

was I drifting further from reason?

I don't know what to make of this state of uncertainty,

although I did read a few Bukowski poems late last night

from his volume: "Burning In Water Drowning in Flame".

it's my go-to title when considering Charles for a late-night read

with a sip or two of cognac to go along for the ride.

it helps me dream in peace.

works every time.

it's the wake-up which drives me crazy.