poetry

dreams

tonight i watch the man with the baton
rinse his thoughts in the wind.
he scuttles back and forth
like pinocchio pinned to
a coat hanger

his brain is riddled with the
thick worms of LSD
he ducks and weaves through
angry stars who
navigate his narration

it is midnight he snorts
twirls skips collides
between the cars
buttoned down
to the tarmac

i am drunk he is high
i laugh out amid my
necklace of friends
because tonight is about
the company of lunatics
and the naked foibles they fill

right up until the alarm clock
the next morning that drums
like a siren into your head
it watches the Β mixture of memories
and nocturnal music
crawl into my bones

PhilosopherPoet
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3 thoughts on “dreams

  1. I don’t comment, but after reading a few of the remarks here dreams The World of a Crazed Writer. I do have 2 questions for you if you do not mind. Is it only me or does it look as if like some of these remarks appear as if they are left by brain dead individuals? πŸ˜› And, if you are writing on additional places, I’d like to follow you. Could you make a list of every one of your social community pages like your twitter feed, Facebook page or linkedin profile?

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