Dream Scraping. Poem by Michael Gale

Dream scraping, is when I scrape the bottom of the barreled dream...
Not the one, had I deem.

Deem so sad, as in life...
Seem as bad, to a wife.

Scrape thy dreams in the dirt...
Like a stain, entrapped in shirt.

This dream scrape, I try to change...
Into something, bettered range.

Nothing, more, nothing strange...
I'll eat that dream, that, I'll, drape.

Hurt the one, that I mindly, rape...
Hope, to hope, I escape.

No longer, am I here...
No longer, seem I, queer.

Nothing better...
Nothing-Dear.