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Tuesday, June 6, 2023

Incohesive dreams by Marvinlouis Dorsey

 

In-

cohesive

 dreams

 

a

Bobby John Press

Poetic Libretto

 

Marvinlouis

 


Is

it a

dusk

a dawn

 

how am i

holdin on

to this day as

it slowly slips

past my life

 

i have

bad dreams

some would call

them night-

mares

 

who stands

next ta me staring

into an abyss

 

its tinted

win-

dows

 

a cold

ass wind that

blows down

my street

 

how

am i

kee-

ping

myself

awake

 

it takes

more then

words to

co-

mmunicate

i can’t wait

to keep my

mouth shut

 

had

too

much

 

but

not

enough

 

i

feel

a hush

in the air

 


Spark

my

mad-

ness

 

a sad-

ness

falling

from

shadow

hid-

den

leaves

 

a

colder

breeze

frees my

eyes

 

its

too

early in a

mor-

nin

 

not

ta be

seeing

 


Let

me grab

some of

this sun shine

some of

this

vitamin

D

 

glancing

back

at streaking

lines

poison

sky

 

can't

say why

 

i

feel

the

need

 

ta

see

this

way




Early

a

saturday

mo-

ning

 

keeping

ma-

self

warm

 

un-

der

strange

cries

 

the

dying

shook me

a-

wake

 

time

doesn't

just go

by

 

 

 

some

time

it leaves

you

screaming

 

other

time

it leaves

you

with

 

no-

thing

ta

say

 

its a mystery

a God damn

lying

secret

 

who says

they can

keep this

to

them-

selves

 


A

win-

dow

or is it

a door-

way

 

once

again

once

more

 

what ya

loo-

king

ta see

 

what ya

loo-

king

for

 

through

my eyes

 

who else

is

wat-

chin




Broken

bran-

ches

trigger

fingers lingering

in

gun

smoke

 

wake

up

calls

 

phone

doesn't stop

ringin

 

there's a

half dozen

dead birds

singin

 

out-

side

these

shat-

tered

windows

 


Bare souls

walk in some

shade

 

hel-

lo

said the

other-

side

of this

fence

 

inch by

trying

inch

 

who said

it could be

easy

 

the further

i get away

from me

 

the more

my

blinking

eyes

water

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