Thursday, December 11, 2008

The Dreams We're Having Now

The dreams we're having now are just the start
Of something bitter and unsure, the rim
Of the volcano, cup filled to the brim
With dregs. What isn't keeping us apart
Is scaring us, what isn't queerly tart
Is stale and bland, but full of empty vim
And hints of vinegar, a sort of hymn
To unease, full of bathos, without art.

At last, the deeper truths will be unveiled:
Distraught, repressed, we'll see monstrosities
Committing newly dreamed atrocities
Unhappily, recalling loves that failed,
Embarrassments, fresh, harsh, highly detailed,
And accidents at high velocities.

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