Half awake, I twitch
in other half of sleep.
In the dream I am sunrise
on a yellow bed,
a knife for slitting
pillows
in my hand.
I stab and stab.
The room rains
yellow feathers.
Everything is yellow
except
the teeth in my head.
Blue
growing out of my scalp.
Blue
all of them
all of them
blue.

Suddenly
a dentist appears,
his yellow heart thumping.
He carries a yellow drill.
I scream, "No! It's time
to shop for lemons."
In the Supermarket
the teeth in my head
grow wild as tusk.
The dentist impales himself.
Pain flows into yellow,
yellow blends with blue.

I am the bruise of myself.