Crazy DreamsA Poem by Luke RittaA poem about strange-crazy dreams!!Crazy dreams My eyes close! I am eating a fancy meal with Hitler and Jesus. My eyes close! I am making love to Ayn Rand. NOOOOOOOO! The philosopher has now metamorphosed into a movie star. I am now making love to Marilyn Monroe, YESSSSSSSSS! My eyes close! I am walking down a bland shopping street where only homeless men are the mangers of the shops and rich entrepreneurs stack shelf’s. My eyes close! A strange hideous animal is following me across a foggy bog. It smells of greed and death, the animal not the bog. It is wearing a grey suite, it has hardly any hair and It defiantly has no soul. It is an English politician. My eyes close! I drink a glass of brandy with Napoleon, a Shot of Vodka with Stalin, a bottle of whisky with Churchill, and a cellar of red wine with Mussolini. My eyes close! I wake up and I have to go to work and get through another day in the dull, blandness world of the 21st century. © 2012 Luke RittaFeatured Review
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Added on June 2, 2011Last Updated on April 4, 2012 Tags: dreams AuthorLuke RittaLondon, United KingdomAboutHi, I am 26 and from London. I love writing short stories, poems and novels. My writing is a bit like Jack Kerouac and Ernest Hemingway. I love reading classic Literature, from Tolstoy to Proust, I .. more..Writing
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