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Awesome Dreams
(04 October 1943 / Germany)

Awesome Dreams

It is a bit shocking,
to have a dream
that is nothing,
not spectacular,
not weird at all,
but just normal.
Like a narrative,
taken straight
and without
or intriguing
and beguiling
or so scary
bits of action.

Last night
it was, again,
all about me.
I stood
and stared
upon the two,
I now shall call them
the darling buds
of Fay,
shyly revealed
behind the
Ponderosa Pines,
because the mill
had people close,
too close.
And I was frozen,
in space
and time,
a man made
of curare.
The freeze remained
in place
but blurry vision
the image,
it went from boobs
to a big head,
emerging from
the birth canal
in silence.
The awe was
just the same.
Those awesome dreams.

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Comments (2)

Oh my....interesting dream....
What would Freud say? This is a good poem with fresh imagery and your usual irreverent style. Raynette