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under heel
by Travis G Finborg a dream blossomed under my walking feet
tufts of desire waver beneath my heel
i entered a cloud of smell
scorched rubber flavors my tongue
a black film covers my skin
sticky and sweet
I pawed at the miasma of dream
suffocated by unfulfillment
the unreality crushes
where is the truth?
what of this smoked out dream is real?
I perceive deception
I perceive delusion
it is a cloud of confused intentions and desires
03/16/2009 Posted on 03/16/2009
Copyright © 2026 Travis G Finborg
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jason Moskalyk on 03/16/09 at 08:02 AM Dizzying.. it reads as a small head rush, and good times were had by all. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/16/09 at 01:46 PM It does seem like a sudden, brief flash of truths. It's the kind of thing that hits you in a dream and miraculously stays with you. Nicely done, sir. |
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