Yet 11/23/88

I looked under my bed this morning
This time the floor was bare
But usually when the dawn arrives
There is a little something there
Maybe it'll be a field mouse
Without its skinny tail
There's always something missing
Always. Never fail.
Maybe I'll have had a dream
About sex that isn't fun
And wake up feeling guilty
For things I haven't done
(Yet)
I looked in my kitchen cupboard
Scared for what I'd find
It was only flour and sugar
And an old oak pepper grind
It isn't always like that
In fact it's never been
My cupboard full of skeletons
I don't eat but I'm not thin
I dreamed my fingers 12 inches long
I had no fingernails
There's always something missing
Always. Never fail.
I dreamed that I was dying
And I didn't wake up dead
I was being sacrificed
For things I haven't said
(Yet)
I dreamed of strangling a man to death
And did not wake up in sweat
It's not the things I've done that scare me
It's dreaming of the (Yet)