From a Dream

This poem was written during my senior year in high school when I was 17 years old. Some of the poems I wrote back then really make me cringe, but I’ve always had a soft spot for this one. I lightly edited the punctuation, but otherwise it appears below just as written 26 years ago.

You don’t seem to care anymore
(Said she)
Turning into such a lousy bore
(Who me?)
Like a drunk who can no longer hear
(Can’t you see?)
You don’t really need that beer
(But does she?)
Problems like that, we only dream about
(Do we?)
When did you become so stout?
(Not me.)
Like a driver when…
(When she…)
I was just dreaming, and then…
(Then she…)
Not the way I drink…
(Yes, me!)
You’re nearly on the brink!
(Just me)
Why should I care, can’t you see?
(Just me…)
Who cares for me?
(Help me…)

7 February 1991