June 2011 – Dreams

All that we become
begins as an idea
of what we could be

shiny, endless, neatly shelved
I love hardware stores

oh mr. sandman
bring me some salty, hot dreams
… of bacon, you perv.
continuing her run of blending
Bacon with all other topics

Blaring loud music heard,
interrupting heaven…
Stupid alarm clock.

more than just a dream
the time we spent together
was more like heaven

When is a Dream
not a wish but
a reality once imagined

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