The Dozy Lyric

It’s gotten into the habit
Of unscrolling straight from waking,
From whatever you were reading,
Words before you know you’re asleep.

Often it just extends a poem,
Your own or someone else’s, styled
In your head in the same manner
As original, waking text.

When you do startle back to life,
You realize the dream version
Was more vivid, had more action,
Maybe some pulpy elements,

A monster, even, in the words.
You wish could keep such monsters,
But dreamed poems remind you of fish—
The most boast-worthy get away.

And anyway it will be back,
Bizarre, and you’ll lose it again,
Doze into it, lose it again.
The way to prevent loss is death.