Two days before St. Jerome intends to appear in a dream
His lion comes by to make arrangements.
Eccentric though he is -- homeless, speechless
And spending his daylight hours dozing in doorways
On Seventh Avenue -- the saint retains his self-respect
So you must avoid any of your sillier
Or more horrifying dreams -- no naked shenanigans,
No monsters, no jump scares, no fanged vegetables.
Since Jerome hasn't spoken since half-past
The Fall of Constantinople you must, as I am,
Be fluent in sign language in your dreams.
The day after your dream the lion returns
To pick up whatever Jerome left behind --
A comb, say, or some rusted keys or a red cardinal's hat.
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