Dreams

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Sitting on the couch immersed in a cloud of smoke…
Laughing at your stupid ass attempt at a joke…
About to say words I’ll wish to revoke…

Being a nerd… Thinking of a word…
Absurd… Or blurred… Concurred?..

As the 4 beer fog rolls over my head…
And mental traction suffers sans tread…
I lay here pondering books that I’ve read…
And questioning whether hand writing is dead…

Can’t seem to remember even one little dream…
In most of my gardens no one hears you scream…
While nature and god reign ultimately supreme..
And man and his demons mount ecological schemes…

Some day I will find a place to call my permanent home…
Far away from people I’ll build a biological dome…
And fill my yard with Italian statues and gnomes…
Dropping seed bombs from my green thumbed drones…

Tripping out in the middle of an abandoned street…
Starting to cool down but now I feel the heat…
Think I took one to many of those disco treats…
The kind of candy that forces sanity to fleet…

At some point we will all suddenly realize…
By closing our minds we missed the grand prize…
To despise implies our personal demise…
To many goodbyes… Not enough replies…

peace – chriscondello

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