so much of yesterday sleeps on my shoulders;
awakening in the middle of someone else's dream,
and i spend the night looking for the owner.


i hit the ground, alarmed by the jangle and dangling
thought to locate the owner of that wayard dream. one
that left me a calendar of up-coming life-attractions.


is was a dream by me but under a pseudonym i can't say;
written by a teen and all the sound and fury of that age
is dolefully handed out to all. i escaped to be an adult.

now, i wonder just what was the hurry?

04/23/2011

Posted on 04/23/2011
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