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  • Writer's pictureHugo Earnshaw-Saran

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Dreamer


Buildings, construction and creation appears

The dream writes to the dreamer


Lucidly, a city appears in response to the projection

The dreamer writes to the dream


Politics, strength and power projects

The dream writes to the dreamer


A parliament, a senate and bribes appear

The dreamer writes to the dream


The dream pauses, power is taken away.

Bribes are not taken, the president of the dream overthrown.

The city is destroyed, devastated and unpopulated

Reality writes to the dreamer


A memory is formed, a solid stone like a grave of the dream

The dreamer writes to the dream


A clock appears, ticking before its end.

The alarm rings

The dream writes to the dreamer


The dreamer leaves the memory in their head,

Knowing that they’ll return

The dreamer writes to reality



Forgotten


What happens to forgotten dreams?


Do they get recycled?

Or are they reused—

Sent off to other dreamers?

Do they get angry 

At the lack of attention—

Becoming nightmarish?

Or do the events manifest

In the real real?


Maybe they just continue 

Appearing in the dreamer’s head

Until they are remembered.


Or do they disappear?



A Secret


1


Secret.

You can find it

If you try hard enough,

Yet many do not

Like they do with the numbers

In a sudoku

Or the letters

Of a crossword puzzle


2


Knowing what to hide,

Knowing where to hide it

Are important.

Something is,

Eventually,

Thought of.

Hidden

Below the noses of others.

Until it,

The mystery,

Is placed for sale


3


At the beginning,

It is hidden.

Unknown to all

Except the hider.

Even the existence

Is questionable

For a time.


4


Soon,

The search has begun,

A hidden piece of the puzzle.

Somewhere,

It has to be.

Every nook and cranny,

Every word of the realtor

Is important


5


Knowing what to search for,

Knowing where to search

Are important.

Eventually,

An idea strikes the seekers,

Everything making sense.

The poetic lightbulb moment

Like that of the reader.



Get Into Thine Groove


And thou can jig for thine inspiration

Cometh, Cometh, Cometh to yon dance floor

Even as the rain falls, perspiration

Followeth ‘ere great groove, I implore


‘Tis a music, powerful revelation,

Danceth on the glowing floor, a feeling

A feeling, thou feel a desperation

And pray there’s no end, on the ground kneeling


Thou must prove thine love to me, don’t sit

All on the dance floor, feeling this great groove

Love wears no disguise, n’ere try to hide it

And step to the groove, assay, and dost move


Now I know that thou art mine, thou art mine,

Thou wast no absolute, thou art divine

 

(By Madonna (By Shakespeare (By Hugo Earnshaw-Saran)))



Beat Haiku Pastiches


Kerouac


1

Lights flicker out, dimming

Solitude,

Awaiting my sleepy self


2

Happiness is described

Only

By those who are quite sad


3

I look around the station

And find the thought

that wasn’t on my head


Snyder


1

Rain falls to the pond;

Amphibians

Drinking nature’s tears


2

Mud skippers 

Dance on water

School at home


3

Their eyes light up the night

Walking across snow

Coyote watches.




Ginsberg


1

Short cab ride

Upon getting to the gym,

I run


2

Bears sit at a table,

Lunching on fruit

Wearing their feathered caps


3

In a black hat and an apple face,

In business suit and black turtleneck 

Everyone is always the same






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