When I Dream, I Dream of You Poem
I dreamt
the sun was a Cadillac
with a black chauffeur
and I was a giant brown gofer
with yellow teeth
and a prostate gland
you wouldn't believe.
But I awoke
and found the moon
was a white grub
greasy as a hunk of fat
snuggled in my bed
between wet sheets
and purple hot water bottles,
dreaming of Camelot
and calmly reciting Keats.
Copyright © Glen Enloe | Year Posted 2005
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