[NetBehaviour] bad sad poem of the dreaming

Alan Sondheim sondheim at panix.com
Sat May 14 20:53:27 CET 2022



bad sad poem of the dreaming

i woke up this morning dreaming of the animals
animals left behind by refugees around the world
around the wounded world some still tethered
tethered pets and then thinking of everyone
everyone waking in the morning dream of their animals
their animals wailing in the darkness of the morning
of the morning of ruined houses and their friends
their friends lying there in the broken streets
in the broken streets of dreaming cities of dreams
cities of dreams of waking just so in the morning
in the morning of the dreaming of the animals
animals left behind by refugees around the world
around the wounded world some still tethered
tethered pets and then thinking of everyone
everyone waking in the morning dream of their animals
their animals wailing in the darkness of the morning
of the morning of ruined houses and their friends
their friends lying there in the broken streets
in the broken streets of dreaming cities of dreams
cities of dreams of waking just so in the morning
in the morning of the dreaming of the animals
animals left behind by refugees around the world
around the wounded world some still tethered
tethered pets and then thinking of everyone
everyone waking in the morning dream of their animals
their animals wailing in the darkness of the morning
of the morning of ruined houses and their friends
their friends lying there in the broken streets
in the broken streets of dreaming cities of dreams
cities of dreams of waking just so in the morning
in the morning of the dreaming of the animals
animals left behind by refugees around the world
around the wounded world some still tethered
tethered pets and then thinking of everyone
everyone waking in the morning dream of their animals
their animals wailing in the darkness of the morning
of the morning of ruined houses and their friends
their friends lying there in the broken streets
in the broken streets of dreaming cities of dreams
cities of dreams of waking just so in the morning
in the morning of the dreaming of the animals
animals left behind by refugees around the world
around the wounded world some still tethered
tethered pets and then thinking of everyone
everyone waking in the morning dream of their animals
their animals wailing in the darkness of the morning
of the morning of ruined houses and their friends
their friends lying there in the broken streets
in the broken streets of dreaming cities of dreams
cities of dreams of waking just so in the morning
in the morning of the dreaming of the animals
animals left behind by refugees around the world
around the wounded world some still tethered
tethered pets and then thinking of everyone
everyone waking in the morning dream of their animals
their animals wailing in the darkness of the morning
of the morning of ruined houses and their friends
their friends lying there in the broken streets
in the broken streets of dreaming cities of dreams
cities of dreams of waking just so in the morning
in the morning of the dreaming of the animals
animals left behind by refugees around the world
around the wounded world some still tethered
tethered pets and then thinking of everyone
everyone waking in the morning dream of their animals
their animals wailing in the darkness of the morning
of the morning of ruined houses and their friends
their friends lying there in the broken streets
in the broken streets of dreaming cities of dreams
cities of dreams of waking just so in the morning
in the morning of the dreaming of the animals
animals left behind by refugees around the world
around the wounded world some still tethered
tethered pets and then thinking of everyone
everyone waking in the morning dream of their animals
their animals wailing in the darkness of the morning
of the morning of ruined houses and their friends
their friends lying there in the broken streets
in the broken streets of dreaming cities of dreams
cities of dreams of waking just so in the morning
in the morning of the dreaming of the animals

o sad bad poem of the dreaming
you circle around me interrupting my sleep
waking me to the screams and tears of early morning
of no end to the early morning
no end to the sadness of the bad poem
called in the morning of the dreaming of the animals
culled in the dreams of animals



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