Sunday, November 7, 2010


Rating: 5.0
Another sleep interrupted.
I dream, a mess of things.
Dizziness now in effect.
Hello vertigo.

I seem to be awake now.
I can look at you sleeping there.
A lover: no less at least a liker.
We are wed.
A settlement of red.
Lust lost inside tangled sheets.
Like a patch of grass in between cleats.
Yet my feet too sore to run; I want to swim.
Wade a wake on iron skates
And sink.
To drown again in passion…

But what would you think?

To fall in fleeting love again?
I bet you felt it too.
A less than golden luster smile.
A glow when I find a chance to leave.

I find myself in restless mess of things.
Suffice to say, I lay here still.
Next to you.
As I want to be…
As I wish to be…
…as I have to be…
Just a dream,
Just a dream...
I sigh awake, asleep again.
I toss and turn, my head to spin.
To rouse and to find
That I again
Awake with vertigo.
Anderson Greenwald

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