Morning Glory (waking from a restless dream)

I am 

Leg and cock

Am hair

And snot

And teary eye

And

Weary heart

Left weary

By lie

And helpless want.

My breath

Is sour

From 

Mornings in your  wetted wood.

Who will 

Let Me

Re-draw

The dream

Reclaim

The good?

I have heard 

There’s a man like that

With word for face

And wish for hat

He stands by

The corner

Waiting

And unsure

While in the harbor

Dark craft 

Blow warnings 

Of their departure.

The day will be

A sunny one

Already the dream 

Is burned away.

Another day then

To discover

The man

And if he is my brother.