In this dream
You
Are a grave diggers winter
Fighting for your corpse
With a ghost
While a billion tiny caskets
Take your particle of god
To give your muslin shroud
A single stitch
So your slobbering desires
And your eminent domain
Can turn your
Formulaic tears
To pitch
Apr 02, 2020
IN THIS DREAM
About This Poem
Last Few Words: Forewards You talk youself in daydreams...tell youself that you a match for all the shit that fate might stab you with...then again "fate" one those metaphysical dirty wards...inspirational absurdity. So people write and lie to you in dreams...they tell you yo in heaven and remembered...then you see god across his desk, pictures of his saints along the edge and dogmas like diplomas framed on walls. Then down you go...you must crouch to reach your world, that world of dreams that you been dreadin an you must read the the underbelly underwards of what was written underneath...yo thoughts and feels ooze between the toes of wards that scratch their backs beneath the rocks of memories. You wake and you are here again and there is sorrow...you are wishing for a dream already lost...strechin out a pain unbearable and of this sorrow you are full.. but yo dreams you not so full you cannot swallow a little sorrow, swallow a little crow, swallow a little pride...
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
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IN THIS DREAM, is a rough
IN THIS DREAM, is a rough chain of thoughts loosely based on scribbled dreams already drempt in search of a place to land...watch out.
Be careful...
loose thoughts can be especially dangerous in those scribbled dreams. You don't know where they've been or what their purpose is. They might be out to get you! How about tightening up these thoughts to make something of them? ~ Geezer.
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