I had a dream
That I read a poem
To a woman
And cried
At how beautiful
It was
And she cried
At how beautiful
That was
And I thought
How flat my
Thoughts are
A problem.
A white woman
Said she would
Never teach me
How to whistle
And I only
Asked because
She knew how
To whistle
And maybe
I should just
Say how beautiful
That was. when I was
At the bar
And Greg
Was spinning
A woman
Walked by me
And found
A spot
To dance,
Not with
Any body
Or looking
At some one
And if right
Now you’re
Wondering
If knowing
Who Greg is
Is important
I will
Just speak no
But it helps,
And yes Greg
Is important.
My ex’s glasses
I found
In my bathroom
That she
Told me
To hurl away
The ability
To pivot
Sleep. after
We broke
Up I told
My friend
Kyle
And if you’re
Wondering
Yes, you
Need to
Reference
What I said
About Greg.
Yes, we
Were drunk
Yes, most
Of it is a blur
But the
Events aren’t
Really important.
But. back
To my dream
What do
You think
That woman
Looked like,
How about
The woman
At the club,
How about
If I tell you
That neither
Of them looked
Like the woman
Who, like
A hunter,
Watched
The hound
Run off
To convey back
What was
Shot out
Of the sky,
And realizes
I don’t want
To go nearer back.
What’s beautiful
About that
Is a beagle
Standing by
A lagoon,
So maybe
I’ll just
Stand here
For a while,
The breeze
Feels nice,
I tin smell
The petrichor.
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