Death By Dreaming
"death by dreaming"
it seems it
was "I'm Only
Sleeping" was
playing from
a neighbor's
window
when
though he wasn't
a salesman Death
came knocking
at his door
seems
He didn't come
to see about the
shrubs yet it was
growing closer
to the closing
of October
when
the no he wasn't
Willie Loman was
caught coughing
while deep in
slumber
His sale's pitch was
this and quite simply
this nothing no nothing
more nor was it ever
having always been
this forever before
when
from out of a scene
from many a movie
the two the he and
He did meet in a
game of chess
for it surely wasn't
chance that He had
the upper hand in this
matter of what was
not fate nor would
faith have had it
when
that that was was
already decided
as has always
been in these
matters of
life and death and love
of life and death forever
more not to quote the Poe
bird from old and ancient
forgotten lore for that
would be plagerism
when
suddenly He became a
bit distracted but a bit was
all that was needed for to him
to rearrange the monotony
of the outcome of the
boredom of that
board that was supposedly
to be a game well played but
when the stakes where no mis
takes or double takes can take
place he placed his hand then
when
what was a pawn that would
be a queen if turns had taken
their proper turn but now having
no chance to seal but save
and close fate's closing
door he used his
cheating form from a lost
gambit of days gone yore
reaching over to change
the radio station across
yes the neighbor's floor
when
He turned back in his lackness not
noticing the peace of the piece's place
that was placed on the board on the
table before them as they played
and so continued to do so
so self-assured as He
was as was before
knowing that what
was what was
known as is
as was
when
a blast of sound as was a wave
came dancing and drowning the
two as they played playing what now
in that game that had changed
from a song of snoring to a
choir's chorus along with
a rooster's crow and shrill
electric guitar saxophone
and horns playing
triumphant
trumpet
as
the airwaves were washed thus
cleansing this scene to become
a presedense for life's history for
ever and forevermore as were
repeated the repeating
wonderful words
Good morning
Good morning
Good
Good morning
Good morning
Good
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2022
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