My head resting on an oxygen soaked pillow

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More old stuff.

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My head resting on an oxygen soaked pillow,
In a state of debauchery
Known to the vile as self medicating.

As Britney Spears-generic sex dreams
Fold chambers into my empty walls
Where gallon upon gallon of over the hill self pity

Preaches from the flannel pulpit,
My love hides in sound proof offices
Watching as I sit across a long table

From a menagerie of questioning officers,
Confessing to sins I’ve never committed
And laughing madly behind a veiled sleep of the Just.

I only cry tears of joy, abundant joy.
Joy, oh joy! Of a nonexistent type.
A joke of glee. A ha! ha! ha!

And I’m out. Sleeping in my dreams.
Dreams on top of dreams on top of dreams.
And all that’s there is sleep, sleep, sleep.

Sighing, yawning, snoring, laughing;
Miles away from everywhere.
A mirror jerking off to a mirror.

[heslopian]

A surreal imagistic poem which I found easier to read once I accepted that it was toying with my expectations. The only line which still confounds me is the second of verse two. I have no idea what you mean there. The third and fourth verses are my favourites. I like how the poem draws a lot of material from a guy lying around probably jerking off in his sleep. Thank you for the read

P.S: It's good to hear your voice People's voices never sound like what I think they will.

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Are you happily confounded about that line, or...?

It helps me to think that somewhere ---miles and miles from everywhere--- there is a mirror literally jerking off to another mirror.

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mirrors with naughty parts?

i really love this poem.

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mirrors with naughty parts?

i really love this poem.

When people like my poems, I can't think of anything to rage about. But I'm happy you like it. It's quite an old poem.

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P.S: It's good to hear your voice People's voices never sound like what I think they will.

Sometimes my voice is very different. There's no telling how you thought it would sound.