EATING DREAMS

I ate the dream of my head tonight
oh boy. i wrote the script of life
and the other one died for love
so i laughed because i saw the photographs
||| she had long legs as golden brown
and society stood and stared // –>
i directed a film called WAR and how
the crowd turned away saying they
knew the story having read the book
of Love and Death

\i wept beside a broken river
that never stops its tears \

Then i awoke. I grabbed my clothes
and went downstairs to retrieve my
bag of Dreams : the toaster spoke
saying how it destroyed a universe
when i placed bread inside it’s slot
— they burned the Werelings Inside.

That’s another story for another day.

:: 07.02.2022 ::