The unbearable daftness of…

[DieterM]

feeling stupid with
my hard-on I lean
against the lemon
chiffon tiles of a
shabby neon-lit
subway station corridor
while around me balding
Bostonians improvise
a flash mob with their
lawfully dreaded wives
to the rancid sound
of a crappy Britpop
song then an old
classmate I never
really liked chats
me up blabbering
about Ingmar Bergman
advanced theoretical
physics Derrida’s
iterability and my
only hope is that
my alarm-clock rings
soon for even in my
dreams I do not go
for Britpop

[Delta40]

What a great poem in almost one breath! Perhaps consider:

subway station corridor
(while) around me balding

to give the piece that continuous flow?

Nicely wrapped up and I do hope you were relieved to open your eyes!

[DieterM]

thanks for your suggestion, D.—initially, I had a "while" and took it out for dontaskmewhich reasons… put it back in again, and it does flow more nicely!

[Hawkman]

Any dream with someone talking about Derrida in it is one which should be escaped from at the earliest opportunity! Which is worse, Derrida or Britpop? Now that's a conundrum! lol. I'd rather listen to Nickleback, any day. :D

Definitely a fun read, Dieter. Given the lack of punctuation everywhere else, I'd cut that lonely comma :D

Live and be well - H

[Pompey Bum]

Damned Bostonians.

[DieterM]

LOL Hawkman, you bet! A friend of mine insisted I read an article by Derrida back when we were still uni students (you will have guessed that HE was studying architecture btw), but I had finished when reaching the third sentence— "The centre is not the centre"—, at which point I yelled "What a fraud!" and threw the article in the waste bin. PS: you're right, the comma felt awfully lonely, so I took it to a better place. :-) TY for reading and commenting.
Pompey Bum, they even haunt my dreams, would you believe it? ;-) TY!