The Power of Foresight

Post-Modernist nightmare. Just experimenting/ Thanks to Michael for editing

In hindsight I was only a boy
playing a man whose only stand
was in standing down
legs folded rear-to-ground

I'd dreamt a dream of a dreamer
dreaming of dreary dew drops
dripping into the slits
where the eyes once sat...

while outside worlds collide
shattering the fabric of space
and time condensed as rhyme
all inside this said dreamer's mind

as I awake... I awoke...
the latter, the real the first,
the feel I'd felt with eyes closed
the slits exposed so as I rise, I arose

"It's only a dream"
I'd scream

and looking out my window
the only scene I saw
were pieces of my world
broken and raw

Author's Note

Today I told my shrink that when I put my head on my pillow every night, the only thing that comforts me is in knowing that I(my existence) don't make sense.
He smiled...thinks I'm a special case ;)

Reviews

[Rachel DeHart]

I really do like this one, even though its a little differnet from your other stuff.
"while outside
worlds collide
shattering
the fabric of
space
and
time
condensed in
rhyme
all inside
said dreamer's
mind"
And those lines just... stopped my breath for a moment. I love how you perfectly captured it.

[Katrina]

i agreeagreeagree with rachel. those lines made my breath sputter like a crappy old car. except beautiful n shiz.

yeah, it's different from your usual stuff. and i love your usual stuff, and i love your unusal stuff. basically i love all your writing. but in a non-biased way. i just have amazing freakin taste is all is all. this kind of reminded me of edgar allen poe a little.

anyway, in closing, i'm adding this to my favorites. that's how much i love it. so there.

xxx