03.23.06
It happened then that someone did this and that, and
who can remember what was really going on?
If she hadn’t closed her eyes for those two weeks
Things would be as they were.
She can’t decide the better cost of living: then or now
Or maybe tomorrow, when Hope
Will invite her into the house of Fantasy
I want you to take those thoughts and put them right out of your mind
Perhaps next time
You dream to Rachmaninov’s languid chords
Or John Hartford’s tingling banjo
Put them right out of your mind
For business and private matters
There is nothing wrong with you
Everyone has their dreams,
Those that shouldn’t come true,
But yours almost did.
It defies all reason
That your Abstract became Concrete.
Reality whispers:
I’m a major let-down like this
And when you sink beneath the folds
I’m lost
If it was all just a wonderful, iridescent dream,
Then I close my eyes to dream again.
Have a good night (and sweet dreams) as well
Right out of your mind
Recently,
?
I’ve taken up residence in your disposal
It’s the best place to watch you
when you think no one’s around.
I’ll notice you washing the dishes and then
drown in the rejected food poured down the drain.