31. Beat the drum

31. Beat the drum

dreams aren't prophetic.
they’re about your last dinner.

in my dream I had a gun
but no one got shot.

it was a paperweight securing
Important Papers from the ceiling fan.

idiot country is where
I sometimes think we live.

a cup of coffee
followed by a nap.

no traitors but
treachery all around.

my daughter is the first
and only of her kind.

let’s abandon cynicism.

I'll explain my love for
you by not explaining at all.

#weeklypoemandpic