DREAM CATCHER.

Here take a cigarette,
He said, lounging on the
Sofa with you, I want
To share a dream with you,
(He took a drag, inhaled

Deep) you and me, Sweetie,
We're going to reach out
There and take what we want,
We're both going to be
Somebody, (he stared up

At the ceiling as if
Some answer laid there) we're
Going to be rich, we're
Going to have what we've
Always wanted, (he took

Another drag and looked
At you) what do you say?
You said nothing, he was
Always in this kind of
Mood when the drink took hold,

Reaching out to touch a
Dream, let the words leave his
Tongue like children leaving
Home with that sense of bright
Adventure, but you'd heard

It all before, (here he
Waited, lips half smiling)
Nothing new, just him and
The booze talking, the dreams
Going off like weary

Whores walking to other
Clients, and you wanted
To tell him he was just a
Dreamer, and that nothing
Would happen other than

These wasted moments of
Booze talk and dreams, nothing
Other than these made up
Schemes. (Here he stared and took
Another drag, the smile

Gone.) Sure, Honey, you said,
I, too, want those things and
Want them soon, I want you
To reach out to the night
Sky and catch me the moon.