Forget those illusions,

your dreams

that don’t align with what your

waking mind wants and craves.


For dreams may be reflections

of waking thoughts,

but they can be as twisted

and ill-conceived

as drunken ideas

and other moments of genius

shrouded in insanity.


That is to say,

that dreams can bear juicy peaches

or poisonous berries.



So don’t follow your night visions

simply because they exist.

Just as you wouldn’t follow a drunkenly conceived lifelong plan

simply because you were intoxicated when it occurred to you.


Measure those thoughts,

weight them for what they’re worth.

And don’t be afraid to forget.

Posted on November 5, 2013, in Poetry and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Wonderful and atmospheric. I love to read your poetry!

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