By: Charles Aldux 

Dedicated to and co-authored by D. Barrier. Inspired as an edited poem of my friend D. Barrier's similar poem.

8/3/2022

The Reported Dream

Last Night.

I dreamed that I merely stood upon the docked pier.

Staring at the waters, the briny.

I stared into them like I was a forsaken lover.

My jacket trailed hind me like the memory that seemed so serene in this dream.

My hair was a mimic of waves, how the flowed amid wind.

I looked at myself as if in the third-person.

My feet abare.

Left from absconding the shoes I wore.

The feet left to the touch of eroded wood.

I was stuck in the pelagic waters floating towards the point of fear.

And so I conceded, allowing me to sink to the abyssopelagic.

In the morn, I awoke with moistened eyes and my clothes were bewetted.

The current breaking news consisted of the anchor explicating of a forsaken body ejaculated from the lake this morning.

But only of this body reported in the time of nigh.

Was a pair of deserted shoes.