Screw That Dream

Last night it finally became as clear
as it was likely to become
that the constituents of dreaming
are as pliable as chewing gum

or taffy or that putty you can seal
the cracks of walls with: still
you aren’t off the hook: they look to
your imagination’s will

and whim to shape, create a sense
of some absurdly memorable
weird scenario or creepy story
line: if not as venerable

as an archetype, at least as sexy,
fine and full as any fantasy
of Wowee! standing naked on its
skull, something for a man to see

in privacy: but ah: last night
the malleable taffy, putty, gum arose
to stare you down (it grew
a head: two yellow eyes, a reptile nose)

to force you to admit
that you’d done zilch with it.

Trashed your rhyme scheme!
Screw that dream.

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