Dreams are strange they kind of fit my character ....improv songs surreal art, trying to capture that strangeness...is in itself an Art.....


Dream time

I woke up this morning and said what the hell its only five thirty I'm going back to bed.
I slipped back into dreaming the wonders never complete always half remembered time is repeated
time moves us forward but also backwards and on.
I meet long lost friends we talk and we drink
we think of times we spent, the good times mostly we forget all the bad
Last night I met Perry Mason......he is a Surgeon now and that's not so bad
He once was a Lawyer the best in the land
We became friends and he explained my Art, he said I think you suffer from a Malady called Psychic Epileptic Art....Wow I said that's that's what the hell is that, and then the dream ended and I put on my hat....




Poetry by John holliday
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Written on 2022-04-01 at 00:56

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I liked this; it captures the surreal nature of dreams, with their own dream logic that doesn't exist outside of itself.
2022-04-01