night of 10/31/09

someone has been taking my poems and making them into popular songs, without permission or royalty, and this angers me. i am trying to collect all of my poems, which are slim hardcover books that keep spilling out of my hands. some fall through a doorway with a deep darkness inside, like an elevator shaft. i fly through and manage to catch the poem-books but can't ascend again to the lit doorway, and am sinking, unable to fly back up. janine is in the doorway, and i beg her, desperately: "help me!"