Dreaming of Dreaming Poetry by Peter E. Williams

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Nuts

Crazy as a cashew.Unbelievably lucky,

I keep my job,live alone,lead a lucky life.

Always the same old job,17 years of it.

Go nowhere.Be nobody.Do nothing.

Sheer luxury.

Shame

They got to me.

They drove meoff the deep end.

But I’m luckywith my label,and my safe job.

Shame I’m nuts.Blissful,lucky,shame.

Mind Stew

Boil, boil, andon it stews,the broth that cooks,on the stovethat is my mind.

Ideas bob up,then quickly go.But some will stayand add to theflavour that ismy twisted mind.

Dreaming of dreaming with my cat.

(Dedicated to Go the cat)

Early this morning in bed,I had a very pleasant dream.

I dreamt that I was asleepon the sofawith my cat(that I don’t have anymore)curled up on my back,and we were bothwarm and happy.

Those types of dreamsare always the bestand I never wantto wake up from them.

But then again…I’d never get tosee the beautiful dayin store for me.

Piffle the Cat

My cat came to me in a dream last night,he needed my love and my reassurancethat things would be okay.

His name was Patches,but he answered to Piffleand he was a sook and a cuddler.

My cat came to me in a dream last night,he never deserved to gothe way that he did.no-one did.you see, he was killed by vicious dogsat the front door of his home

He never did learn to fightonly to runBut he wasn’t fast enough that day,he was getting a little old.

My cat came to me in a dream last night,I told him I loved him and he told me the same,for it was twenty years agothat he was taken awayto the very day.

My Mum

I love my Mum,I always do,always have,always will.

She’s always joining dots,but never quitegetting the picture.

So we’re alwaysdrawing those pictures,Dad and me.

Framing them,and hanging themon the walls,for Mum to see.

I love Mum!Everybody does.She’s such aloving, lovable, caringand wonderful human being.God, I love her.

White Space

Here I sit,at my word pro,

the white spacestaring me down,but not out.

I experiment,juxtaposingpseudo-random wordsinto pretentious,premeditatedpoetry.

Then with an afflatus,words flow,whispered by my muse,into lines and stanzas.

Life’s A Beach

I am not you.You are not me.Me, myself and I will get alone just fine.Fine for that is life.Life in the suburbs is sedate.Sedated in the psych. wards.Wardrobe looks a little bare.Bare all at the beach.

Merchant Banker

Merchant bankerwillie wankerlikes to spank hercan’t thank her

change the lockadjust the clockdarn my socksuck my cock

Mega, Giga, Tera

Down in those mallsthose super mallswe’ve got mega storesand we’re making them bigger

1000 times more,giga storesNO!!!make them bigger stilla million times bettermore freebeesa million times bigger…we’ll call them TERASTORES.

$1,000,000,000,000

A million to hate

how many men could I find to hate ???how many have betrayed me ???10, 100, 1000or a million times more

It’s just how you look at it;’cos if you don’t have the timeor the energy to hatethen you will find true peaceif only you look inside.

To have lived our fantasies

I found youyou found mewe correspondedwe fantasized

I gave without questioningyou promised it allbut you delivered nothing

had you really promised without thinking ??...?