We All Have Our Lists Poem by Charles Malcolm

We All Have Our Lists



'A girl can dream, ' you laughed to me.

I smiled politely with self-hatred
and sipped my beer.

'They sure can, ' I whispered into the tin.

A man can dream too, I suppose.
Physiologically it must be possible,
but I wouldn't know about that.

You killed that a long time ago.
Your kind killed that a very long time ago.

I'm left with nightmares.
You.
This beer.
This notebook.

Enjoy your dreams,
darling,
but there's no need to tell me about them.

I'm a nagging intruder
who will fade from your memory
over bacon and eggs
on those days that you can afford them.
On those days that I'm not there to buy them for you,
but I can't afford your dreams.

You are the only thing in common with our dreams.

Monday, May 25, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: dreams,lies,love,nightmares
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