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Waking Dream
Like a vicious conversation itinerant
and confused. Along vanilla halls,
Under feigned admiration, I falter
You wrap perfumed innuendo
securely in place. Changing the decor
To a frenzied level of raw desire
Here beside the meridian.
The wind blows discarded refuse
Scattering it sadistically across a void
From my advantage point I see
many sidewalks. Stretching slender
gray tentacles in all directions
The avenue calls me again
Sparkling with enthusiasm at my return
Rejecting openly my obvious frustration
Coastal Joe |
I widowed man who has plenty to share. 
