SUBJECT>Re: In Locos Somnium POSTER>Si mon EMAIL> DATE>1109104561 IP_ADDRESS>199.184.88.166 PREVIOUS>83717 NEXT> 83763 IMAGE> LINKNAME> LINKURL>

here's my take on this poem -- it needs to keep going -- it's like you just reach the jumping off point, what i see as the big splash where the mind starts jumping to odd places -- you just start that in this poem and then it feels like you force an ending -- let it go.

enjoyed --

: My last dream parked in the wrong place
: and was towed,
: but that's because the city cares; it
: really does.
: There are lots of cameras
: and guardrails so if the wingnuts
: loosen, then the
: ohm buoys will at least stay tethered
: to the overpasses, and then all
: of the bad particles can be sent away
: with bells and pushed to the bottom
: of the ocean to be
: sucked out later with a giant hose, but
: in the mean time,
: the interests of the city fill
: potholes and impound us from ourselves
: while we sleep.