Through the years, we've grown used
     to the truth-telling boor,
          so rejoice in the yeast
               and its white lies on  beer ---
in the bubble-borne boost
     to the bedlam where you're
          a contented old beast
               in a Happy New Year.

(1991)

Dozing this morning, I recalled something I believed as a child: that if, in a dream, the thought that it was a dream occurred to me, or even the very notion of dreaming, I would immediately wake up.  That turned out to be wrong: Later in life, I sometimes deliberately remained in a dream, and a couple of times I even fell asleep in a dream, ( Read more... )