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I dreamt last night I often dream, A wyrd ship was bound from Holyhead, Wales To Spitzbergen, Norway Or some Such........... Melting Arctic place We moved around Inside, nightclubs, Alcohol, drugs a sense of not Belonging there. Then I awake Slowly at first, that Feeling, eyes Opening, consciousness registering surrounding Yes, this is remembered reality.  Lazing on a Chilly afternoon. Zyprexa dreams make You shiver Effexor lullabies Cause cold stomach Fears in mornings; Or afternoons, if one is not to lie........ Don't lie, why bother The truth is so much...... simpler My mind recalls lines From songs The Pixies/Black Francis "Where is my mind?" Where indeed, Mr. Black The Beatles "She loves you" She does love me They are right, Thank my God..... I shiver and run for The kitchen, coffee And rivotril Makes ease, sooths me Even cigarettes are electronic now Thank you...it's better Mr. 21st Century, you're Quite the inventor An unopened iPad, Apple Air Steve Jobs 16 Gb He died, you know But that's the Beatles Apple Isn't it? You naughty boy Steve, Lennon and Harrison Must be scolding you In the V.I.P. afterlife where - Famous people go She rings me, I cannot walk, not yet My mind is still too full of Fears, and sharp edges But later perhaps I will.  It's good to walk It lets your feet talk To the ground And the ground around here that is, is As good a place as any To ground oneself Is it not?
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Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 11:31 AM UTC
Waking in dread
I dreamt last night I often dream, A wyrd ship was bound from Holyhead, Wales To Spitzbergen, Norway Or some Such........... Melting Arctic place We moved around Inside, nightclubs, Alcohol, drugs a sense of not Belonging there. Then I awake Slowly at first, that Feeling, eyes Opening, consciousness registering surrounding Yes, this is remembered reality.  Lazing on a Chilly afternoon. Zyprexa dreams make You shiver Effexor lullabies Cause cold stomach Fears in mornings; Or afternoons, if one is not to lie........ Don't lie, why bother The truth is so much...... simpler My mind recalls lines From songs The Pixies/Black Francis "Where is my mind?" Where indeed, Mr. Black The Beatles "She loves you" She does love me They are right, Thank my God..... I shiver and run for The kitchen, coffee And rivotril Makes ease, sooths me Even cigarettes are electronic now Thank you...it's better Mr. 21st Century, you're Quite the inventor An unopened iPad, Apple Air Steve Jobs 16 Gb He died, you know But that's the Beatles Apple Isn't it? You naughty boy Steve, Lennon and Harrison Must be scolding you In the V.I.P. afterlife where - Famous people go She rings me, I cannot walk, not yet My mind is still too full of Fears, and sharp edges But later perhaps I will.  It's good to walk It lets your feet talk To the ground And the ground around here that is, is As good a place as any To ground oneself Is it not?
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Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 11:31 AM UTC
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