24 November 2010

Streetwrite- I dreamed poem

I dreamed of lava red bulldozers in a crowded room
I dreamed of a red sensation in tune with your mind
I dreamed of time moving through a swampy soup
I dreamed of my own red desires and deemed them to be true
I dreamed of red crimson and red maroon
I dreamed of pastel reds on Easter egg heads
I dreamed a crimson met a maroon and shook hands and said my dear sir, how do you do
I dreamed crimson killed maroon, and said, "Not so good now, do you?"
I dreamed of red past midnight and into the day
I dreamed of King Crimson and the red that got away

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