Legalized dream machine May 26, 2024

 

I toke

It makes it worse,

A legalized dream machine

That manufactures

Dreams of her,

Waking me

In the middle f the night

I know not

Where I am

Or who I’m with,

Only not with her

Wherever she is.

An old man’s fantasy,

Stirred up with the coals

Of a now-distant past

I can’t forget

Or let go of,

I toke; it gets worse

Strolling through

A dreamscape

That resolves nothing,

Only makes me wake

With the same ache

I had and will always have

But must endure

A high that makes me

Feel so low,

I toke; it gets worse

And yet

Despite all this,

All of what once was

And can never be again

I would have it

No other way

Manufacturing dreams

from which

I never actually wake

And wouldn’t want to,

I toke,

And toke,

And toke.

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