Traveling the cotton sheets
in my sleep goggles,
who knows what stuff
the projector in my skull
will toss up on the cranial screen.
Snowstorms of static
muddle one feature;
the next has the clarity of coming
over a mountain summit
into a direct blue frame of sky.
Tonight, perched in the crow’s
nest of a genre picture,
dream telescope to my orbit,
I view a wide screen horizon
as unreachable as you,
who slept through movies beside me.
Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 23, Issue 5.
Chris Bullard lives in Philadelphia. He received his B.A. in English from the University of Pennsylvania and his M.F.A. from Wilkes University. Grey Book Press published Continued, a poetry chapbook, in 2020 and Moonstone Press recently published Going Peaceably to the Obsidian Knife, his chapbook of environmentally themed poetry. His work has appeared in recent issues of Nimrod, Muse/A Journal, The Woven Tale, Red Coyote, Cutthroat and The Offbeat.
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