A Midden Made of Archeologists

The sedimentary faculty
Of Dream State University
Achieve their tenure drifting down
Like bitter dregs, like coffee grounds.

You spit out what sticks in your head.
You wash out what sticks in your bed.
But dreams sink too deep and linger.
Nothing’s enduring as failure.

You don’t come to this campus; you
Drift down and settle in. Sleep brews
Out what you thought you brought to this
Tarry residue’s dark abyss.