recipe for

staring through screens you’re

googling dreams

late night lonely searches means

you’re a little less naïve

cut up because you cut dreams up

never started, they just cost too much

couldn’t afford the flaw of being unsure you

folded dreams like flat-pack furniture you

don’t like it but order more

& wish you never sold it to her

the dream she bought lost

found obscurity

so let me see:

when you were a kid you traded in possibility

thought the impossible was possible until

something told you that impossible was an

unachievable obstacle & it hurt you

you’re among a few

sit you with filofax of faded archetypes
& prototypes on your knees &

together let’s see if tonight we can stitch your dream

back from jaded light 

pennies for your thoughts

you have an overflowing cup

junk dreams may be bent & unused but

saved & not spent up

paper planes littered streets in your brain

i picked them up

read it steadies you no longer

dwelling in destiny

believing failure is hereditary

your tongue can sting nations so articulate kindly

encourage blindly

feed your dream so much there are strings of master

pieces caught between your teeth.

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