*please read http://hellopoetry.com/poem/629931/in-the-beginning/
before you indulge in this :-) *
DAD'S DREAMS
The Sandman and I have an agreement:
I will use his grains sparingly,
In return,
He dispenses my prescription in
Nearly lethal doses.
Deep,
Extravagant,
Peaceful
Sleep
Where only contented dreams live
In abbreviated hours
Too succinct
To allow anything unpleasant.
Wrinkled
Sheet-faced
Creases
Trail skippingly through
****** worlds
Utopian neighbors
Calorically absent banquets
Sharing property lines with
Idyllic, passionate women
Who peer over their
See-through fences
Teasing unbridled desire
Of covering me in a favorite topping.
(Dutifully, I double check
Nocturnal filters
To be sure I have prevented
Broadcasting of past names
To my present wife
Half-dozing on the pillow
Taken from my side of the bed.)
A mist sets then rises, a new act begins,
Transporting near the river
On the banks of my hometown.
I am Tom Sawyer,
Lounging proudly with
My Huckleberry friends,
Fishing line on my toe,
Bobber and stink bait
Mimicking ***** waves
On the Muddy Miss.
The string draws taut bending my stubby digit.
It’s a big one hanging on
Pulling so hard
I'm driven from slumber.
There at my feet I can see I have
Reeled in the finest catch of my life.
A blue eyed,
Small mouth offspring
With panting gills
Mumbling something about falling....
Then I remember,
The only thing
Better than my dreams
Is waking to a son
Who believes I am bigger
Than all of his.
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 1:06 AM UTC
*please read http://hellopoetry.com/poem/629931/in-the-beginning/
before you indulge in this :-) *
DAD'S DREAMS
The Sandman and I have an agreement:
I will use his grains sparingly,
In return,
He dispenses my prescription in
Nearly lethal doses.
Deep,
Extravagant,
Peaceful
Sleep
Where only contented dreams live
In abbreviated hours
Too succinct
To allow anything unpleasant.
Wrinkled
Sheet-faced
Creases
Trail skippingly through
****** worlds
Utopian neighbors
Calorically absent banquets
Sharing property lines with
Idyllic, passionate women
Who peer over their
See-through fences
Teasing unbridled desire
Of covering me in a favorite topping.
(Dutifully, I double check
Nocturnal filters
To be sure I have prevented
Broadcasting of past names
To my present wife
Half-dozing on the pillow
Taken from my side of the bed.)
A mist sets then rises, a new act begins,
Transporting near the river
On the banks of my hometown.
I am Tom Sawyer,
Lounging proudly with
My Huckleberry friends,
Fishing line on my toe,
Bobber and stink bait
Mimicking ***** waves
On the Muddy Miss.
The string draws taut bending my stubby digit.
It’s a big one hanging on
Pulling so hard
I'm driven from slumber.
There at my feet I can see I have
Reeled in the finest catch of my life.
A blue eyed,
Small mouth offspring
With panting gills
Mumbling something about falling....
Then I remember,
The only thing
Better than my dreams
Is waking to a son
Who believes I am bigger
Than all of his.
please read http://hellopoetry.com/poem/629931/in-the-beginning/
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