poetry is such a meaningless mistress
in a dream i’m in a basement
my daughter in dilemma is above
with her boyfriend—they’ve made too much
popcorn, “DADDY! WHAT DO WE DO?!”
i notice that’s not even her boyfriend
but a patron saint for all white boys
and—also—we’re at my mother’s but
like jake from state farm i say “you eat it?”
…i sip from a cup my coffee.
a metaphor for messes?
i sip. then i awake—a pup is on my pillow.
which is odd in of itself
because i own no pillows. not a single one.
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nobody owns pillows
Love the ‘jake from state farm’ line. It has always deserved to have a good audience.
You capture how dreams are simple twists of fate. Great
I especially love “i notice that’s not even her boyfriend/but a patron saint for all white boys”
But you got to love her, right? Like your phrasing “I sip from a cup my coffee.” Glad to read your poems again!!
A dream within a dream. And I love the “jake from state farm” reference, too!
Very interesting poem. I especially like ““I sip from a cup my coffee.” It slowed me down to reread that line before continuing.