Ive tried not to meet you in my dreams anymore.
i often ask as my thoughts are leaving one by one: would you mean much
more to me if i remembered?
i raise my finger to my head to scratch.... but wonder 'is this helping me think anyhow?'
the yellow marker in my pocket never tiers of leaving you messages in places you'll never see. i suppose they'll be coming to get me now..
I'm out of sedatives, so pass the placebo.. i can never tell anyway.
the soundtrack locked in my mind is always the same, a harmonica..
no. thrash metal with a keyboard?.. a mono toned thrumming resounding in my head, as i sink into the river bed.
and let the manifestos of men in suits cascade over me.
meanwhile: the world keeps scuttling along like the residents of an ant hill.
Ive lost my umbrella, and I'm in need of anesthetic..
so get the shovels on the double..
can i go home now? for i haven't the faintest about dreaming anyhow..
when will i be free from this masquerade ?
count down the days
I see why you call it checkmate. you think you've won (or you really have). I think that your style is perfect. I really liked this one. Hopefully the rest will be as perfect! Great flow and theme and love the title thing. 5/5
Excellent write!..the choice of words was superb but i would have been better if it was divided in to stanzas..the flow was a tad off....but the poem was different like all your other works..This one was also great...though i had to read twice to comprehend...but i loved the sense of difference and it was a wll written unique peice!
This is really beautiful. The part about the ants was super. Amazing. But I wonder who this is about. Who are you meeting in dreams? And is it the dreams you forget, or the person? You were right. This does make me wonder.