zachary d street:

Recognition & Rememberance

I wonder what place I have in this
which chair to sit in.

Watching criminals on the news and wondering
if there is one in my bed with me when I am alone
wondering if that one is me.

we've seen so many now (sometimes we saw them together)
painting their faces on paper with funny shapes and ink

re-casting generations and listing (maybe listening) listening to)
faces and places of someone else's dreams.
Where does mine come in where is this
dream's entrance

Someone ought to have said that
a poem is a dream
(maybe they already have)

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