Tell me dream weaver, what does it mean?
In a dark parking lot with key in hand
Evening tie dangling from a pocket
Once sharp and tucked, now in loose shoes.
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This is superb, top-notch, LITERATURE. You've convinced me. From now on I shall write poetry right after waking up while listening to Genesis.... but even then I cannot write the caliber of poetry that you achieve. I'd give you a trillion sparkling starry-eyed tens but the voting booth is buried under a ton of ads and won't let me rate. But this definitely goes on my fav poetry list.
Beautifully written and sad to a point. Perhaps this person you speak of is missing something? Perhaps a younger version of themselves. Are you feeling old? Once again Mr Strolis a brilliant work of art.
You are 'Da' Man, Edmund. It seems that few ever focus on the present in any form. The impetus of a dream does occasionally inspire a poem. A less than fully 'conscious' state accounts for approximately 1/3rd of our lives. (Hmm, a few years left, appreciation for when I am there, Minus time when I am 'Not. Factor clarity of The Now with a usual daily response; and you will still die. Now should make a difference.
Best poem ever! Read it again and its film noir quality wrapped around me again.