Last night
I dreamt
I owned
A bookstore
Walls lined with shelves
Where fantasy
With fact
And each performed
Their proper part

In the center
Patrons sat and sipped
(their choice)
And communed
With words

In the back
Was an open
Room for artists
To craft
With camera
With canvas
With color
With clay
With composition

Above the store
A living space
To eat
To sleep
To live
To dream
To mingle
With friends

Up the stairs
A rooftop garden
With tomato vines
Red peppers
Honey bees
Patio furniture
Place amongst the plants
For me
To sit and stare
At starry night skies

My nocturnal vision
Might seem
A fool’s fantasy
I must work
I must explore
I must persist
To turn what I dreamt
Into reality

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Dreaming With the TV On.

I discovered the tooth
Of a mighty manticore
At the base of a banyan tree
I’m not sure why I came to these mystical lands
Perhaps journeying with friends
On a ruminating mission from Mumbai to Cork

All I know is Millicent is lost
And my mission is to rescue her
From loud howler monkeys
Or dirty desert rats

Now, back to that tooth
I found under the tree
Covered in ichor
Of some powerful deity
As I look at the fang, I can’t help but wonder:
Did the beast bite and trample a legendary god?

And which one is dead?

This poem was inspired by a list of words I was given. I used to regularly ask friends to provide me lists of words to use as inspiration for my writing, and I enjoyed returning to this activity. I’m pleased with the results and might do this more regularly.