23 January 2008

Perchance I Dream


Sort of half asleep with incomplete,
dreamlike imagery of wide awake,
a state of neither one thing certain
nor quite counterfeit; almost half
absorbed in a thin euphemism for
bouillabaisse – or regurgitate, but
way too late in an eclectic digestive
tract to be recycled with solidity. If
I am awake I think I am asleep, If I
am asleep – perchance I dream...
© 22 December 2007, I. D. Carswell