Steve Shickman Four Poems More DREAM The music stopped I felt a tugging sensation in my back Then blackness I opened my eyes and saw Fred’s trusting face looking over me “What happened to me, Fred?” “The god’s out of you,” he said “You’re gone. Really finished.” I woke up a second time, all I saw was the ceiling I was alone, in bed. It was the middle of the night. I said to myself I will never do this again. Give away my dream to someone who only saw it. UNTITLED I want to harness your energy Because I want something that isn’t mine How is that really possible? I scream sometimes in my head a silent scream The kind I make love with LAST SQUIRREL The squirrel is eating an extended meal He has killed a squirrel Now he is the last squirrel on earth Speaking out loud against murder. HONEYSUCKLES Nectar Drips from your mouth We lie down in cool green mountain meadows until the shadows are long and darkness takes over the earth