Surprised by a poem

I woke up this morning from a dream which I remember but dare not repeat in detail.   And lying in bed while my consciousness made the laborious transition to the day, a poem formed...almost in self-defense.  So I guess I need to post it.   Goodness!  Two posts in two days. 

Security Guard at the MOMA



Illustrating the very essence of endurance,
and never leaning in a poorly pressed and wooly blue
of maturity, wisdom, and the awesome authority of


Do Not Touch

         (practicing the Zen of forgetfulness)

                      The Artwork


But yes, I see you over there,
beside of the Pollock, surreptitiously groping.
And I wrestle with cinematic rush,
of putting pedal to metal,
accelerating toward the heart-shaped plush,
waiting for the glowing engine to blow


while throwing brains out the window
like hamburger wrappers flapping in the wind.