Friday, June 11, 2010

in dreams

to where does my mind run,
at nine in the evening
with red eyes and red sun?

floating on breezes
it goes where i cannot.

head bobbing up and down
in agreement to sleep
i mumble words to call it back.

i can't chase something into time,
but still i call my horse until i am
and hope that it's not a mare.

i give one final bob
spilling my drink
i catch up in dreams.

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