Not a nightmare(Poem)

The song of the owl
woke up the aged dream
No
not the wind-beaten windows.

the thirsty breasts
longed cold water.

Hollywood movie shadows
tried to
move back and forth
crossing the walls
like the Great Wall of China.

Soiled mirrors
using honey baits
to scare the nightly goosebumps.

And the cremated hungers
hidden
under the sand dunes of bed
came out
not like a Korean zombie
but
probably like the mystical
skeleton of Hotel California.


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