Hang, I Dream Comments

This dream-like and inspires the faculty of dreaming in me. The poem takes me across a threshold into a world of weird beauty but it's compelling. There is just enough detail to make it a real place to explore. In a sense the imagery of dancing takes over the imagery of night. I hear the instruments, see the dancer, i like her HOT PANTS. It makes me forget the vampire like display of teeth. I'm dancing in forgetfulness.The dance is in charge.