February, 10th, 2009
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Christopher Sunami:

Poetry

by Chris Sunami

1. a day in the life

   
   (Morning...Afternoon...Evening......)

2. A Dream Upon Waking

   In the hours before I wrote this
   I slumbered on the sofa
   sleeping off an early morning
   after a too-late night
   
   And you haunted all of my dreams
   we were working a place like camp
   with many more kids and water slides
   like at an amusement park
   
   You were idealized, but distant
   as you read the children a story
   and I watched from a fabulous distance
   from the top of a water slide
   
   You were working in the gift shop
   and you gave to me a present
   from behind a jumble of items
   on a counter made from glass
   
   A shampoo made from flowers
   a violet colored soap
   the strong sweet smell was in my nose
   in the moment in which I awoke

3. Waking Life

   This is my very favorite of my own poems.
   It was written loosely in response to the movie of the same title
   
   Dreams that can and dreams that cannot be
   mix like myths and mist among the reeds
   I'd like a glass of something if you please
   
   They hang like hanged men hung from hallowed trees
   
   Watched by dodgy dogs of dogmatic breeds
   I'd like a glass of something before I leave
   
   The seeds of doubt are sung, sowed, torn, told
   The seasons of our lives are young, young, young, old
   I'd like a glass of something, it doesn't matter if it's cold
   
   If it's strong, and if it's wet
   and lingers on the tongue I bet
   that I'll have all that I can get
   
   and postpone waking life