DREAMS IN THE GROUND
Poem By: Billy Alsbrooks
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Creatures of mattress lions
Snakes slithering on our pillows
We negotiate with tomorrow
As our dream legs walk
Walk into the mouth of night
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The eyes see best when closed
Such beauty, such power
Diluted with the venom of ambition
We shall settle our differences in the morning
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The more satisfied my flesh
The hungrier my soul
Who can escape such intimate connection
It’s as if my hands have a God of their own
It’s as if my hands have a God of their own
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I must go now
Go now into the silence to design a new place for us
For their are no Ubers for restless hearts
My days without you are only passing vehicles
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Endlessly inventive
Forever the motion in a still life
I wonder
Wonder if I’ll ever see you again?
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A bed of cards stained with stolen chips
My fingers tangle with thoughts of holding you
But who dare bet it all?
Who?
Tell me who?
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We gamblers must fool ourselves
Fool ourselves into believing that we can actually win
Yet we risk nothing
Nothing but our own dignity
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My prophecy still whispers truth
The wells poisoned with lies
But your mouths still drink
But your mouths still drink
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Mind moments
Vibrating with French love
Stitched together with dabs and dashes
I submit to the titanic force of your eyes
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Where can the innocent be slayed by guilt?
It was the embarrassment
The shame that stole your lover
Yes
It was the shame that did him in
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It’s never too much until it is
Then we die from not enough
The smell of failure
Who can endure such stench?
Who?
Tell me who?
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Righteous harlots draped in bloody robes
Singing their slanders on the decks of sunken ships
Swollen bellies with their empty promises
Waging immoral war on the sins of erotic screams
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Both of us
Both of us are damned by days that repeat themselves
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So many dreams
Dreams in the ground diluted with the venom of ambition
We shall settle our differences in the morning
We shall settle our differences in the morning
