Chartreuse Feline Dreams
by Jamie Joy Gatto
Money whispers to me in my sleep
It comes to me like a cool green cat
winding its tenuous, silken body
around my naked legs. 

So soft, so mild.

I stand in wait for all the promises
She has lent me.
Over There.

At what price? 
Take my wife,

my life falls from now to then
so simply for the elusive call.

It gives me sighs and moans of pleasure--
It gives me dreams of fancy
and nightmares of strangulation,
anticipating loss, falling.

It gives me security, 
tightly wound around my aching feet.

It's funny,
I don't feel content? 
I wonder why...

Where is all my money?
Over There.

Where is my wife? 
Over There.

Where is my life?
Over There. 

She calls to me in my sleep. 

Copyright 2000, 2001 Jamie Joy Gatto. All Rights Reserved. 
May not be re-printed in any form without express written consent of the author.

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