It is hard to pick out just a poem or two that captures the essence of Mixed Emotions. The following is one that I hope you will enjoy, and entice you to check out my book.
Poetic Dream
I dreamed that I gave a poetry reading at Borders And I was so nervous Because it was an alcohol-free performance And I never dance or read poetry Without a buzz on
I dreamed that I gave a poetry reading at Borders And every time I was about to share Something quite ethereal We were interrupted by The voice of the assistant night manager Paging Jason for a local call
I dreamed that I gave a poetry reading at Borders And I was so frazzled Because I forgot that I forgot how to rhyme And I started to pace maniacally Between Pop-up Books and Human Sexuality
I dreamed that I gave a poetry reading at Borders And I opened with a powerful, universal appeal For everyone to reach out And slap their neighbor on the cheek Just for my amusement
I dreamed that I gave a poetry reading at Borders And all at once The sea of 14 faces with lots of time on their hands Suddenly became mesmerized By the beauty and reliability of their wristwatches
I dreamed that I gave a poetry reading at Borders And I lost my place While staring at a curvaceous babe reaching For a book about Eastern Philosophy And nobody even noticed
I dreamed that I gave a poetry reading at Borders And the PA system suddenly boomed My joyful reading of the word scrapple As my Bar Mitzvah rabbi appeared To stare at me
I dreamed that I gave a poetry reading at Borders And the books started wrestling with one another And the Gandhi biographies Beat the Ganges out of the Genghis Khans On the way to the exit doors
I dreamed that I dreamed about A poetry reading at Borders That I never gave.
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