Cities and suburbs, real and imaginary.

Thursday, August 30, 2018

Sonnet #256

I think I know what comes next for you,
You'll lie awake at night, exhausted, unrested,
Dreaming of a world you can control at its best
And seeing around you all the shoestring and glue
That keeps a day together for you and yours
The signs all point to glory: ads sell beauty, grace
A pathway to material expression, all friends' faces
smile in pictures where they give you tours
of lives best lived, and late at night the trembling
comes, the fears of work and unwork, the horror
of the next interactions with your own dissembling
I know - I know - I know that sleep's a tremor
Passing in shadows, where dreams do no mending,
I say: Abandon These Dreams. Hope, love -- these feed no terrors.

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