Fear of Dreaming...
Fear of Dreaming by Jim Carroll
Too many teeth
In this city
Are bared.
What I want is to sleep
inside a strange language, trimming
The bonsai under glass,
its redolent needles
clipped precise as The Buddha's fingernails.
Yet, I'm nervous to sleep. Afraid to dream
And fearful as well of waking too late.
Wary of the end of this century,
Its bloodthirsty and dead weight.
I've slept, I've dreamed, and I've awakened right on time.
posted by Anomie-Atlanta at Tuesday, October 31, 2006
6 Comments:
And now I can't sleep. But I sure won't be late either.
Of course you post today after I get done telling three dozen of my closest friends that you are on hiatus. That's reason #11, sister.
Awaken to November. A new month for you to live and write about.
Delightfully dark. Thanks!
November is here, embrace it.
I hope I don't need to post a retraction to my post about you Doug.
Anomie, delighted to see you as a guest at Doug's - a shocker! But most of the posts linked were written prior to my auspicious start in the Blogworld, so I got to enjoy them anyway. Now I don't want to display too much bonhomie, you may kick me the hell out.
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