your own planet

the poetry of dr zen

Friday, February 16, 2007

kippers

couldn’t make a dream
from fishing line
and inbetweens

broken and unindulged
an overstuffed sofa
fell apart at the seams

I was trying to tell you
what’s good for you is good for me
you couldn’t see
or you saw what you couldn’t believe

still I reeled you in
slippery and untouchable
I felt the ghost of you
with my fingers
and kissed you in my dreams

no one ever is
what they seem
except for me
I’m unbridled and free
no one ever is
what they claim
except their name
and the size of their chains
no one ever is
what you dream
unless you dream
I will set you free

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