What Dreams May Come by Chris Sorrenti
yes I saw the movie
and it inspired me
as I’m sure it did most of you
the only game that really matters
million $ question
repeated ad nauseam
a nightmarish and yet sometimes
altogether pleasant
personalized version of Groundhog Day
from cradle to the grave
suicide never a workable option
like mom and dad used to say
some dark alleys are better left unexplored
as we’ve come full circle
in more ways than one
these are indeed the end times
though haven’t they always been?
bodies dissolving before our eyes
in the funhouse mirror
our collective mind for a mortal lifetime
tall as our souls
in jelled anticipation
we make adaptive plans
last will and testament
that sort of thing
and though death stalks us
like a mosquito in summer
we take comfort in the numbers
repeatedly flashing
in the corners of our eyes
a growing body of evidence
that the dinosaurs
and unicorns of Evolution
are still on our side
what dreams may come?
I cannot say for certain
only imagine
while glancing over shoulder
to the angel who smiles back
from my open window
reminds me with pointed finger
in some respects
the world beyond not so different
than the one we leave behind
so good to have our ducks
all straight in a row
© 2005
Revised © 2019
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03/26/2019 Author's Note: The closing poem in Evolution.
Posted on 03/26/2019 Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti
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