The midday report can’t speak of a dream

or announce a most beautiful love

and the world at six by omission

embeds the idea of denial.

And welcome to the eight o’clock news

that word by word encourages crime

to bang the nails into dream chests

and bury what really could be.

I thrive on attention and crime’s the same

but my numbers are small if any at all

compared to the many and too many

focused today on everything bad.

Newspapers imprint my hands with ink

and o’er lay my mind with dirt

but to turn the page of a dream

repeats the previous ecstasy.

I hold now the dream centre aligned

for the left and right but human rebuff

of what could and really should be!

Related Poems

• From this to that
• An “it”
• The point of the matter
• Emotive vibes
• The road of dreams