The year opened hopefully with a dream
Of success, aided by professionals,
All members of a young and sexy team,
Devising advertising so it pulls
In customers for my product and sells
Whatever I’ve produced, creatively.
Some believe in dreams, some believe in spells,
And even I’ve listened to prophecy,
To tarot and palm readers when they see
Things that appeal to me and somehow name
Those crazy desires, mirages, and fool’s
Gold sprinkled on the beach, washed by the sea
Of dawn’s reality, cleansing the screen
Of fiction’s theme, eyes resuming sad roles.
Tue 1 Jan 2008
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