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Burning the Baldwin Street House (a dreamwalk)
by Alison McKenzieYou came to me in a dream
And told me that you'd never loved me,
That you'd only used me.
Your long hair was short,
Your face wider, and more aged.
It didn't taste too bad,
That bitter medicine.
I took it like a person
Who no longer needed a remedy.
03/16/2015 Author's Note: To the Mad Programmer
Posted on 03/16/2015
Copyright © 2024 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anne Boulender on 03/17/15 at 04:36 AM this guy sounds like a real loser to me. |
| Posted by Steve Michaels on 03/17/15 at 05:25 AM "your long hair was short" I like that - made sense to my mind's eye. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/17/15 at 08:40 PM Strong well worded reminder of how those who are or have been closest to us visit in our dreams. Perhaps the mad bomber was just the instrument to confirm what your subconscious already knew and was telling you. |
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