Tweet Repeat 27

While in a hypnogogic state,

Hypnos

Comes to take my order.

“What’ll it be tonight, sir?

“What will fill your plate?

“Eroticism, marriage bliss, love, loss,

“Blame

“Film music football fame,

“Maybe a hero of the borders?

“Strange surrealism passing in a blur

“Never to be understood;

“Strange, phantoms, faces hidden by hoods.

“A trip to the fair:

A nightmare?” 

***

I ponder this conundrum:

What do I desire to dream tonight?

A fright

Sounds only glum

While I’m too tired to feel horny...

But a reality thorny,

Filled with strangeness and charm

Might be what my will seeks to keep me safe from harm

: And so I log a request

For a surrealist fest.

***

 

Aroused by this I wondered if I were now a member

Of an exclusive club:

If this order would

Be delivered to my sub

Conscious as it should. 

But in the morning I could not remember.