Naked Body of Dreams

Poetry by David Deyo

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Lines in the room bend and wave,
Caught in thick currents of air
And bubbles of humid breath.
Slate gray carpet lays on the floor
Like a bed of dirty gravel.
Scenery on picture window glass
Sits flat in paper panorama.
Swimming in my salty swelter,
I stare at the surface overhead
And wait for a meal to fall.

About the Poem

This poem is about seeing the world from a shifted frame of reference. In that way, it's almost like a Far Side cartoon. Humans sitting in a living room, staring at the ceiling while a deity above drops their food into the "tank."


This poem is previously unpublished in print.



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