A thin man watches me
From across the room
Arms folded across his chest,
His gray suit hanging too big
For the man he has become.
One day the suit fit closely
Over muscled arms and broad shoulders.
Time has worn him away,
In my sleep, I forget him.
Chase through meadows amid spring flowers
Wrestle with the fullness of flesh
Savor the taste of beef on my tongue.
He’s there in dawn shadows,
His arms crossed, bunching the fabric of his suit.
Eyes narrowed as if at any moment I might
Spring free from his gaze, escape into woodland
Where so many shadows and meadows await
That he might never find me.
At first light, he fills me with dread,
Banishes my dreams,
There is no escape.
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As Richard Pryor said after his free-base incident-‘You be seein many things when DEATH be walkin around yo bed!