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Grave Diggers Winter
By tonebone
In this dream you
Are a grave diggers winter
Fighting for your corpse
With a ghost
While a billion tiny caskets
Take your particle of god
To give your muslin shroud
A single stitch
So your slobbering desires
And your eminent domain
Can turn your fomulaic tears
To pitch.
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Copyright 2020 tonebone
Published on Sunday, April 26, 2020.
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On Tuesday, May 12, 2020, tonebone
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wrote:
When I first posted on this site i was a little confused but all the short pieces that begin with the phrase "In this dream" are part of a chapbook of poems I'd recently written called "In this dream" And there is a 'foreword' to this capbook and an epilogue called "backword" and all of these brief pieces are snippets of actual dreams that I have tried to build into a series of joined ideas. I've also tried to turn these thoughts from myself to the reader by stating in the beginning of each piece "In this dream "YOU" in an attempt to force the reader to adopt my position and cause the reader to put himself in my place and therefore gain a sense of comradery with the writer.
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On Monday, April 27, 2020, dwells
(4177) wrote:
Wow TB! And welcome to DP. I first read this as a bitter, routine personification until the eminent domain hit me right between the eye balls. The things we do while those little skeletons keep accumulating in our closets. Cheers sadly, and welcome again to DP.
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