I posted again... finally!
I wrote this poem coming into work this morning, then later this afternoon when I couldn't work any more. Not being particularly computer literate myself, I couldn't find a way to get the formatting to stick - but it looks a lot cooler in the word document. Let me know if you want to see it - I'll email. It feels good to be writing again. I've forgotten how much I love words.
And here I was thinking it was hard to keep up a blog! I've got to remember how quick it can be.
I've been doing lots of photography with (and some without) Lara, so photos to come soon :)
Also, coming soon... THE BIG CUT! 12 inches gone... and no remorse! Thank you, Bill :)
Monday, March 17, 2008
sometimes...
i dream that everyone is asleep
they stare at me
through their eyelids
behind their dark sunglasses
their coughs are snores
their sneezes are gasps
when they are startled by their dreams
they talk in their sleep
they are sleep-walkers
sleeping walkers
they dream of flying
and of broken
and unbroken hearts
and of processed cheese product
they dream of love
requited
lost.
they dream of forests and board rooms
animals and robots
friends and enemies
of what could be
of what is
what never was.
this one runs
across the street, turns
to watch
her mind's manufactured monster disappear
behind a double-decker bus
sleep late the mattress ad urges her.
their wishes
dreams
regrets
fears
they dream into a not-quite-reality
that takes its shape around them.
and i am awake
i am watching them
i am eating their dreams for my breakfast
some do not dream.
and i go away hungry
they stare at me
through their eyelids
behind their dark sunglasses
their coughs are snores
their sneezes are gasps
when they are startled by their dreams
they talk in their sleep
they are sleep-walkers
sleeping walkers
they dream of flying
and of broken
and unbroken hearts
and of processed cheese product
they dream of love
requited
lost.
they dream of forests and board rooms
animals and robots
friends and enemies
of what could be
of what is
what never was.
this one runs
across the street, turns
to watch
her mind's manufactured monster disappear
behind a double-decker bus
sleep late the mattress ad urges her.
their wishes
dreams
regrets
fears
they dream into a not-quite-reality
that takes its shape around them.
and i am awake
i am watching them
i am eating their dreams for my breakfast
some do not dream.
and i go away hungry
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