Good Company, Dream On - Poem by Jim Norausky
Standing on the podium
at Poemhunter's Quick Links
with Kevin Wells, Bukowski, and Poe.
Gold medal placed around bowed head.
Not 24 karat.
Not even plated.
Not even imagined in the course of day.
Like so many unreal dreams
Not even close to reality.
Only a figment of the software keeper's imagination.
Nice dream. Repeat five times to remember long term.
Wakeup then, it's time for golf.
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