Poppy fields in which,
Dreamers barely twitch…
Lost in dreams
Writing reams
Of psychedelic kitsch.
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Dreams lovely to view,
Redheads especially too…
Artfully posed
In ecstasy’s throes?
Exceedingly pleasant to view!
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Red–a passionate color,
Hotly passed to the other…
Reflectively disposed
After their throes,
Will she become a mother?
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–Jonathan Caswell
From his window he can see
Beautiful bright sunlight…
From the abyss he was in
He welcomes this cheerful sight!
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Freed from wallowing in despair
Opens up a door…
To lively and fresh air
Quickening hearts once more.
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Goes back to sleep–
It’s early yet…
Dreaming deep
Of songbirds’ he won’t forget.
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–Jonathan Caswell
FANCY DREAMING
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He had some fancy dreaming
In bed late at night…
Wanting a vision of happiness
That he could sleep on, all right!
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He imagined friends that he’d never met
And yearned for their company….
The chances of this happening
Were about one million to three!
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Filled with his ego,
In his dream they’d focus on him…
Not to exclusion of everything else
But fantastic, unreal whim.
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Of course they were all his women friends,
Storytellers and poets fine…
He was outnumbered as surely you know
So he had to toe the line!
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–Jonathan Caswell
HOW SMALL???
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When a tall person dreams,
Appearance is not as it seems,,,
In real life I’m fat
But “they” deal with that
Through useful shrinking schemes!
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I go through a very small hole,
How I do is not my control….
The less I think
Then quick as a wink
I’m through—bless my soul!!!
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The other night “they” made
A train climb impossible grades…
To a power plant
(An obvious plant),
To help me be happy in trade.
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Usually model trains in shops
Remind of after-Christmas stops..
We make for the sales,
(My childhood regails)
While stores made major price drops.
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Anyway…there’s always driving,
According to that night’s conniving…
Sometimes in snow
Or water over-flow,
My nerves in either case, are thriving!
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Scenes change and swirl at will,
From town to country until…
The alarm ends my sleep
When I’m dreaming so deep,
It takes minutes to remember the drill!
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–Jonathan Caswell
(May not REALLY BE…a shaggy dog story…but been working on it long enough!)
WHAT’S GOING ON?
(in his dreams)
He kept waking up all night
Struggling each time to breathe…
Dreaming that each breath was a fight
Among providers’ schemes.
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His breaths were not his own,
But provided by one of two…
Entities that
Developed a spat,
And in the middle was “you know who!”
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He knew he needed the sleep
So kept going back to bed….
Another layer
Warming each player,
Until the inner silence was deep.
–Jonathan Caswell
PHLEGM ON THE TONGUE
Had another dream last night…
Or was it in mid-morning,
Troubled sleep the previous night
Or was it my own snoring?
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I dreamt that through my C-PAP mask
Through the nose I was breathing fine…
But my mouth was full of nasty phlegm,
Overflowing with slime.
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I was afraid of choking,
I’ve done it while awake before…
I felt it drool out one corner of my mouth
Bracing for what seemed in store.
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For I have more than once nearly drowned
In water or in phlegm…
It’s not a pleasant dream to have
Or have to live again!
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I awoke–my pillow
Was dry and unslimed…
That corner of my mouth
Had no slobber poorly timed.
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The mouth was actually dry
As I started my new day…
As for the effects of another dream,
They faded away.
–Jonathan Caswell
By the Mighty Mumford 