in the hills
above my head
they are pumping dreams
drawing them
up
from deep reservoirs
and resting places
where they have waited
a long time
patiently
for their dreamer
in the hills above my head
the pumps
are filling pipes
with ready dreams
the tankers
bloating up
slowly
while their drivers
stay alert
no sleeping
they are
wide awake
wired awake
as the pumps
draw dreams
push dreams
squeeze dreams
fill the tanker trucks
with deep and ready
dreams
on the road
outside my bedroom
the tankers drive
filled to their capacity
with dreams
that once filled reservoirs
and waited
for their dreamers
they are bound
for the city
where a dollar
buys a little imagery
they are bound there
to be dreamt
for a few cents
per glimmer
a few cents
per vision
for a few cents
that is all
and dreamed
once
so cheaply
they are gone
~