ruptured tendon

been
creating nightmares.

writing them
in the front part
of my brain,
and then
they are acted out
on the left side
of my chest.

i hate this stage,
and i just don't know
how
to erase this.

for three days
in a row,
they wake me,
these dreams,
with the gentleness
of a chainsaw.

and i can't even remember
the guts
or the faces
or even
why.

if
any
of
these dreams
or these thoughts
leads
to any concourse
of contentment,
the plans
surely
haven't been traced,

and the only thing
i could ever draw
is knots.