Thursday, May 26, 2016

Efi Hatzimanolis #110 My dream of a poem

There I was,
puffing up a piece gleaned on a detour
through a derelict, abandoned rail yard shed,
alongside the tracks I was forced to skip,
after my train stalled 
just short of Central Station,
in a dream
- then this cannibal of a dream
ate my previous dream
of a poem. Sorry.


  1. this happens oftener than a person might think:)

  2. I agree, dreams eat dreams. Well observed.

  3. I'm becoming more and more conscious of it happening which is annoying....and interesting, but I'd like an uninterrupted sleep too :)


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