pioneering paths through the uncharted unconscious
I plot wordy insurrection
overthrowing tyrannical grammatical conventions
deeply rooted inventions, created through subconscious retention
Or so I'm told....
I write my best poetry when I'm asleep.
the shoemaker's elves working like dwarves in a mine
but from it's the mine of my unaware mind
that they chisel out the gems I don't speak.
I write my best poetry when I'm asleep.
those few precious hours rest are
where I display my art
for an audience of none or
as many as my dream may hold captive
I write my best poetry when I'm asleep.
words woven like silken silver,
dancing in moonshine, ethereal like.
and only the faintest glimmers remain,
once the consciousness takes hold.
1 comment:
"I plot wordy insurrection
overthrowing tyrannical grammatical conventions
deeply rooted inventions, created through subconscious retention" - great lines. Keep the words coming joe, even if they be the precious few that trickle through from your dreams!
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