TYPE YOUR SYNOPSIS HERE more effort justification by mc for a life half-lived. Painful reading indeed.
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Something was caught in your dream-catcher last night,
Squawking, clawing, gnashing its mandibles at three AM.
You seemed to sleep through it, thrashing about as usual.
Strange to pull out fur and teeth as you roast coffee beans.
Afterwards, sipping your masterpiece, I scan the classified ads.
Seems like there's nothing I'm qualified to do this century.
I could've been a mediocre shaman ten thousand years ago.
Drunk in the forest, anachronistic beer cans scattered around,
Stuttering forth appropriate platitudes for treehouse rent.
Maybe the tribal elders would've left me alone to think.
Maybe I could've felt at home in the cosmos for once,
Etched poems into the bark, and recited to the stars.
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
Dream Catcher
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2 comments:
Wow. And how often I have had these thoughts...I could have been a GOOD shaman, really. :D The last line was especially picturesque.
You have such a talent with imagery! I especially like these lines:
"Afterwards, sipping your masterpiece, I scan the classified ads.
Seems like there's nothing I'm qualified to do this century.
I could've been a mediocre shaman ten thousand years ago."
Reminds me of musings from Virginia Woolfe or one of her cohorts at the Algonquian Round Table.
Good job!
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