From: "blah=>'death" 
Subject: Hangunder (fwd)


again. this is a forward from one of my friends in the little group of
angsty poets i run around with :D well...ok...not really run around with
but talk to on the net and such anyways. if they were here i'm sure we'd
all sit in our seperate corners and write poems...  :D

but anyways...i really liked this one... and i hope you do too....




i usually don't remember dreams (my doctor says it's a side effect of the
medication i'm on), but sometimes i wake with a vague sense of missing.
and the time i wrote this i remembered bits and pieces.

this is one of my more 'performed' poems, as i assume a conversational
tone and diction... "but anyway, enough from me, let's get on with it"


Hey... keep that hope down, you're bein' way too loud
My head is just killing me
I'm sorry, I didn't 
I shouldn't
Have had so much to dream last night
Limping along different paths of destiny
Imaginary hand-over-hand turns of fate
An opposite choice back at that intersection
That party, or that classroom, or that star-sprinkled night
And meandering down these separate paths
When my eyes close
Joy flows...
Man, I had *way* too much to dream last night
With that beautifully sharp young lady
Swimming carelessly in a warm ocean
Welcoming waves
Delighted *just* to be together
Neither of us recalling a time when we were happier...
Coulda been
Probably was
But the eyes that beheld that soothing smile last night
Weren't mine
And the arms that held that welcoming woman last night
Weren't mine
I never would have borrowed those eyes and arms in my soberwaking
Never would have drunk up that warmth
But I'd had so much to dream, I didn't know, I didn't see
How empty
Waking would be
After that borrowing...
Ugh, let's go get some stiff cups of corporeality
And do you mind driving?
I don't want to make any turns I might regret