A person in a coma who endures a reoccurring dream.
Get out of my dream, I never asked you here.
You’re hurting my head with your chips and your beer.
Your cigarette smoke hurts the back of my eyes.
My mind won’t awake however much it tries.
You’ve taken over, I’m very annoyed.
I’ve never had a dream that I really enjoyed.
Sometimes I feel that I’ll never awake.
I’d give you a punch, but I’ll get a headache.
You have me kicking and twitching all night.
You may be evil, but not very bright.
If you were you’d know we’re living a lie.
This coma is mine ‘til the day that I die.
So get out of my dream you horrible wench.
Take your tail and your horns and your foul smelling stench.
Don’t preach me your evil each night and day.
I don’t want you here. Whose dream is it anyway?
You are one of the best poets I read, and this one is no exception to that sterling rule. You leave little room for misinterpretation, but lots of room for thought.
Funny, I just told my partner of a semi erotic dream that I had last night that didn't seem to fit my life at all. She was in it and an instigator. In the end, I conclude that the other two, rather erotic individuals, were actually my two nighttime caregivers… Not erotic at all. Or are they? ;-)
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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interesting read
Funny, I just told my partner of a semi erotic dream that I had last night that didn't seem to fit my life at all. She was in it and an instigator. In the end, I conclude that the other two, rather erotic individuals, were actually my two nighttime caregivers… Not erotic at all. Or are they? ;-)
Ron
Love ya!
Jane