A shark is a compass
that always points toward blood.
This may not seem of great utility
if you’re lost at sea.
But cut yourself & wait —
you’ll be found soon enough.
These lines came to me in a dream, which goes to show that remembering your dreams doesn’t automatically make you a poetic genius. Yeah, I’m in touch with my subconscious… and my subconscious is an idiot.
I like these lines Dave, but they seem to me the beginning of a story.
Really? Maybe you’re right.
I dunno. I’ve seen your words-in-dreams work out pretty well over the years here! The latest example may be the voice you heard just last week about the snow: http://morningporch.com/2012/11/159122993/ .
That was a voice! This was just me dreaming about writing.
a sanguinary tale of inevitability…
…and possibly not as risible a text as I first thought. (Jury’s still out.)