Sweeter Dreams Poem by Bera Tremoz

Sweeter Dreams



I dreamt of whisky on the rocks
and a fight with one of my so called
mates
last night,
i prefer that to
dreaming of the Apocalypse
and mortar shells
and blondes getting raped
on streets populated
by grasshoppers and old snails.

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Max Reif 29 October 2005

I guess I'd have to choose that one, too.

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