Showing posts with label Brian Salchert. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Brian Salchert. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

a man talking about a woman who
has received so much praise she
can't get over herself--
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day.
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May
And--
the dreamer gets confused--
a blackened front lawn being hosed--
some guy who cooks french fries
who's fallen into
excessive pondering of
what solutions french fries could be cooked in--
people, especially poets,
who go over the top
when a subject piques their interest--
Life is but a--
the dreamer wakens.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

I usually wake up 2 or 3 times each night.
One of the dreams I had last night
is rather simple but is unusual in that I had it twice.

Apparently I had a kind of coupon for a large knot pretzel,
but since I cannot eat such food
I was trying to pass this coupon on to someone else.
(Some of my dreams are lucid dreams.)
Don't know if I ever succeeded because each time
that was when I woke up.
I think I know specifically why I had this dream
but I'd rather not say.
However, I can say the crux of it
matches the crux of the majority of my dreams:
frustration.