Seeking dreams in the streets

a female friend tells me:
“That night
when I found the door locked
and keys left inside of the door
to block meI closed my eyes tightly
to make sure I wasn’t dreaming
the third eye reached for the bush
near by
I wasn’t afraid of the cold
nor humans

a multitude of snails
shelled and non shelled
licked me everywhere
asking me to open my mouth
for my food
sensing I hadn’t eaten for days.

when I come to your house
on the kitchen table
do not serve snails
as a dark reminder”

seeking dreams in the streets
another female friend says to me:
“For 4 days I hadn’t had a bath
under the bridge where I lodged
I became aware of my own smell
I now bath twice a day

when I come to your house
please don’t ask me why I bath twice
paranoid
in case the smell returns.”

seeking dreams in the streets
this male friend says in excitement:
“Graveyard is the best of all!
no-one spat at me
but realised I couldn’t speak
I didn’t know if I was alive or not

when I come to your house
please don’t shut me off when I speak”

seeking dreams in the streets
another male friend says:
“Was very happy sleeping in old car
safer than open space
although I couldn’t stretch my legs

when I come to your house
please don’t ask me to drive your cars”

seeking dreams in the streets
my friend I now ask you now to imagine
what else this poem could have captured
If it hadn’t hit the 50-line mark.

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