head’s not empty when
i lay there coated in dream dust
no sir, not a bit, you see
begins sometime after three
but im asleep so that’s a guess,
filled with visions more or less
bubbling walking, topped off
great adventure motion coastin’
the best, all rolling long, along
spinning, bubbling on and on, apply the brake;
smelling color, cooked well, dandy and polite enough,
good-time fancy dreaming 'til dawn occurs and i awake.
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
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2 comments:
"smelling color, cooked well, dandy and polite enough..." Your dreams sound enjoyable and worthwhile! "great adventure motion coastin'"
I like how the language and the rhythm of this poem matches the sketchy quality of dreaming- slow and moving, all at the same time.
Your dream dust has created a wonderful poem Keep dreaming
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