12.4.10

Poem 43

There was an edge to this dinner
The dinner in my dream
The timing was crucial & we were late
Someone was with me in the car 
Careening into  Car Park Sub Level 9

There were no cars but a woman was down there 
Mopping up water that oozed from the walls
I worried the car might rust over dinner
Down there in that damp enclave
Undoubtedly Freudian at this point.

Like some meta-fiction that dreams are
The missed engagement 
The chase of time in the form of
a subterranean journey one might be hard-pressed
not to reference Orpheus 
But I will not fall for that.
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