Dream Poetry
Sometimes I have weird dreams about lines for stories or poems, and then I write them down and go back to sleep and discover them in the morning.
Here's what I found on the notepad this morning when I woke up:
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Leaving Vegas, a bare-bulbed neon lady
signed a mechanized goodbye.
Equally automated, I waved back.
We all sell our bodies and minds
for the desires of strangers
to keep starvation at bay.
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...what the hell was I dreaming about? I don't remember. I'm always amused that I mange to capitalize and punctuate and line break, even in my sleep.
Sometimes these little snippets make it into a poem somewhere, sometimes they just kinda hang out and don't do much of anything. But I keep them anyhow, because I like to see what my mind is doing when I'm asleep.
Today (in less than two hours) is my interview with The 88 . It's my first phone interview, so wish me luck! I hope the system I've set up for recording works as planned (we're using pretty ghetto equipment here) and that we don't have any unpleasant surprises.
Here's what I found on the notepad this morning when I woke up:
-----
Leaving Vegas, a bare-bulbed neon lady
signed a mechanized goodbye.
Equally automated, I waved back.
We all sell our bodies and minds
for the desires of strangers
to keep starvation at bay.
----
...what the hell was I dreaming about? I don't remember. I'm always amused that I mange to capitalize and punctuate and line break, even in my sleep.
Sometimes these little snippets make it into a poem somewhere, sometimes they just kinda hang out and don't do much of anything. But I keep them anyhow, because I like to see what my mind is doing when I'm asleep.
Today (in less than two hours) is my interview with The 88 . It's my first phone interview, so wish me luck! I hope the system I've set up for recording works as planned (we're using pretty ghetto equipment here) and that we don't have any unpleasant surprises.