Treasure Island

David McLansky

(5/24/1944 / New York City)

On Going to Sleep


The bottle of my daily dreams
Lies empty of its waking themes:
No more dreams of love and beauty;
No more dreams of civic duty;
No more dreams of gaudy wealth;
No more dreams of books on shelf;
I drank the last dream in despair,
My body broke beyond repair.

Now I sit and watch t.v.
The world it simply love not me;
I should have been a guru swami,
Flower decked in South Miami,
Smiling at some doting youth,
Pretending that I knew some truth

Submitted: Thursday, July 11, 2013
Edited: Thursday, July 11, 2013

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  • King Big Head (7/11/2013 7:11:00 AM)

    Or you should have been a King. I am back, the best poet in the world.
    You don't need to watch TV anymore, you can sit and read my fantastic poems. A good poem by the way.

    Your King. (Report) Reply

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