"To
Cary"
A
universal truth's fruit in a gambler's suit.
Mirrored
dream giving off my reflection.
A
Catholic girl stuck in this mirror with me.
A
green and red plaid miniskirt dress wears itself in this dream.
She
tosses a medicine ball to her schoolmates in the mirror.
They
stand still in front of Starbucks at 5 A.M. with me.
In
one of my dream's fantasies, there was a radiator.
Running
every other day like a nose with a cold.
To
this dream, I add a moon without a cow jumping over it.
All
the other farm animals are passing over.
Elephants,
giraffes, and kangaroos jump over.
Even
humans give it a try.
I am
a lonesome cowboy who doesn't know up from down.
All
in this dream, I made up.
By Jonathan Billet 10/18/12
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