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*this* John W. Hays' take on things and experiences


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who were all those people
in my dream this morning
before I woke up
where did they come from
and how did they know me
to include me so
why did my sunglasses
begin to flex the wrong way
confusing me
about which way they’re worn
I sensed right away
the flexing of the nose piece
would lead to a breach
which it did
as the dream progressed
and my search
for some tape
was a visual trip
past more people
I didn’t quite know
although I did
don’t you know
and while wrangling
with tape and sunglasses
several levels of failure
away from success
why did that guy
put Super Glue
all over the right lens




Written by johnwhays

May 12, 2018 at 7:26 am

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  1. Ah, the unsolved mysteries that dreams bring to us.

    • I’m not fast enough to thoroughly interpret my dreams before the next drama arrives to be figured out. Makes good fodder for poetry.


      May 13, 2018 at 9:05 pm

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