Dream Date

As there is this, a sort of relentless downward
Pull, its genesis unknown, which leaves me
Staring at a floor, which isn't swept, and isn't
Very welcoming, I have to say that I am
Unprepared for you. What would you eat?
It doesn't matter. I have only liquor and
A bundle of asparagus, which, truth be
Known, is not erect, and cannot be. I haven't
Purchased food for you. I haven't found the
Means to be the host, so bright, you ought
To have. You are, instead, a diver plumbing
Depths you didn't plan to reach. Inert, I'll
Say, “Let's watch TV,” and you can choose
What we will view, and you can make the
Best of my unconsciousness, this dreadful
Room, and, once you've felt enough of
What I told you was this downward pull.
You'll leave. You should, and I, tomorrow,
Will be sad you did.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-11-03 at 00:08

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