Our dreams get angry with us 

“How come we’re not part of the plan?”

 

“None of this political maneuvering 

between the chair and the bed.”

 

Our dreams screaming at us 

from everything heard and said 

 

“I can’t believe this-don’t let 

your heart get bought by your head.”

 

And the body moves 

calls a timeout 

 

Wining and dining 

And sleeping it off 

 

A sense of relief felt on Mondays-

We’ve fooled those dreams again