(100 Words = Ekatolexon) Therapists Are Dreams Poem by Christos R. Tsiailis

Any complex in his chest causing pain to and others, a Morpheus challenge, a Herinees game. Butterflies clashing flies, him wringing sheets. Elephants plodding over ants, mad aunts over him. The orgy. Pressing his bedmate ends. In he strives, out he cries, shake him, he ‘ll wake, have to he will. Feel his squawk materialize through spasms. His father corybantic watching from a bed aside, him powerless to remove lips. Touch his face to feel father at home and safe down there. Eyes speeding, heart totally open. Snake him. Then out, free. Dreams like doctors inject on a regular basis.

© Christos Rodoulla Tsiailis
2000