Monday, April 11, 2011

sorry

Talking
to a computer
is weird.

It makes something I usually enjoy very much
cause me to be very angry.
And frustrated.
And resentful.
And tired.
And emotional.

Then I wake up with
strange and different eyes.

You say, "sweet dreams"
and I think,
I can't remember the last time I remembered a dream.
There is no time and no vacancies.
My head is a full hotel with a polite sign up.
No-one can stay here.

2 comments:

  1. Man. I know what you mean about the computer thing. I have so many dreams. If I could share them I would give you some.

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  2. That's real generous. I think it's partly also because I use an alarm and the alarm obliterates any dreams I would otherwise potentially remember.

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