Moving out is always easier in dreams.
My key fits
Room fifty-three
As easily as it did
Our old apartment –
But I’ll have to return
The one for the house
Now we’re living in this
Hotel.
Moving out is always easier in dreams.
My key fits
Room fifty-three
As easily as it did
Our old apartment –
But I’ll have to return
The one for the house
Now we’re living in this
Hotel.
I have no idea what this dream’s about really.
They are turning our river into
A theme park.
Music plays at all hours,
The sweeping scores of pirate
Movies, and to either side of our
Highway bridge there are
Barges of mechanical stuffs,
Colorful but
Unknowable from shore.
It will bring in tourists, but it
Will not keep me.