Dehydrated Reveries
I’m selling ice cold, instant dreams;
“…Get ‘em while they’re hot!”
Refreshing fancies, lurid screams
That really hit the spot.
While patient trolls with caramel thighs
Parade the numbered sheep,
Conveyor belts of mournful sighs
Will guide them to your sleep.
Relax, lean back and stretch your legs
As far as they will go.
Then watch them turn to slender pegs
That bandy to and fro.
My world is yours to revel in;
A once well-guarded stash.
Incorporeal drivel, in
Exchange for cold, hard cash.
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Despite the imagery of trolls with caramel thighs (which is going to haunt me for several days) I think the fact that I can buy ice-cold dreams "while they're hot" is the best phrase I've read in a while. Thanks for this!
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Thanks, Wolf. This is the sort of misfortune that occurs when they give me a long lunch hour at work.
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It occurs to me that there might just be a good market for instant dreams, and also that you should be the one to tap it!
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Hmm...doesn't sound all that difficult. I could probably do it in my sleep.
Thanks.
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Lurid screams hitting the spot? Hey - I like that, but the incorporeal drivel reminds me too much of when I was a teacher.
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I've never been a teacher, but if you've read my blog you know I'm all too familiar with drivel.
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I like it! I like it! I like it!
I'll give it a 35 out of 40.
It has a nice rhythm; it's easy to dance to.
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