Sometimes In My Dreams

Bob, , , 
Full of confusion, the chalk poems
Along the highway shoulder are mine.

In a state of superposition, said the would-be observer, 
It’s possibility all the way down.

Have you thought about Jupiter as a tattoo idea? 
Or how what is written below takes breath?

The gulping moon over the riverbed, 
The tangled ribbon of self.

16 thoughts on “Sometimes In My Dreams”

  1. I was reading this article again (It’s one i revisit over and over) something about how poems and baseball games are not the same thing. It’s a funny article but also delves into that a poem needs to use language in a different, unexpected way and not be simply information and also to arouse joy and create something beautiful. Aha! Your poems do just that…..”the gulping moon over the riverbed” serves me as more than a reminder, but a catalyst to get out there early before sunset and see it all unfold, every once in a while anyway. I’m too lazy to do that every morning.

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    1. I really like that language sometimes needs to be used in different, unexpected ways. I’m glad you think this poem fits that. I saw a gorgeous sunrise this week, having left earlier then usual for work, riding my bike. I’m with you on getting up early to see the sun rise. But not every day. I don’t think I have that in me to every day as well.

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