a realist poem (alert to its own impulses)
in my dreams i am a wizard
with my hands making love
out of cardboard and rubberbands
i have a way with animals
and little children a bond
effortless and unspoken
in my dreams i hold my own
breath to avoid the electric
chair and smoking jacket
i close the books phoned
in and sentimental recycle the ashes
phoenix my own
in my dreams girls like me
who never get a chance to
love to hate to knew romance
i ditch all additional baggage
to fire being only fibre
and water and garbage
in my dreams i sing you a song off
key starbursts lately
toing and fro
rock a sleep soundly sow
in this brow grow
verses versus all i am wont to know
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