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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

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