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Joe Ben was alive in my dream last night
he suffered from manic depression
unwilling to confront it, said
I'm with the program.
I woke up sad and stiff
Something allowed me to get up
And off I went to make pancakes
But not before telling BD about this dream
She said nothing about it
It was so vivid, it was so clear
His eyes were his eyes
In them, a catfish sadness
Jeremy was sitting on the couch in this dream
He might have been the one questioning Joe Ben
About his maintenance
They never knew one another
Jeremy smoked a cigarette with languorous guile
that makes even the non-smoker want to smoke
I'm supposed to marry my friends
but one of them may not be wanting that
just going along