Morning Opera

Head on my pillow
felt heavy with
an Italian opera
going full blast
in my sleep
in it I am a crazed
alcoholic mean old man
calling out for
peace of mind
from a window
The dream seer

would say

You are Him

He is You

and we understood

each other's
complaint
both

insane
both

in pain
and then poof!
I am awakened
operatic words
not sung not spoken
the tenor
residing in my head
my dreams
my pillow
rent free
We took a break
and it felt good
going to the opera
such a good time

and I didn't have to spend
a dime.