:: wutznu :: poetry :: photos ::


:: prev :: next ::

In the mourn'
    my parents talked
Whilst 'round the
    circle others walked
But I just laid in
    Bed and slept
And circling, circling my
    fan it kept.
No dream my head
    had entered then
No fantasy
    no conscious sin
Forever here
    will I remain
the only place
    I find I'm sane.

© 1987 john r. chase

i must admit i'm a bit afraid to explain this one. no, it has nothing to do with dressing up like little bo peep. instead, it has to do with the comfort i felt one morning upon waking up and lying in bed and reviewing my dreams and thinking my thoughts, and i didn't want the safety and comfort of that moment to ever come to an end. um, we all need a little therapy then don't we?