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Dream Job Nightmare

A Poem

By Steve MurphyPublished 4 years ago • Updated 4 years ago • 1 min read

Stop! Where's the sound

coming from?

So many tape machines

reeling all at once. My

DJ booth is packed with

strangers, haze & smoke.

Who put this liquid psychedelic on

my tongue? I can't find

the commercials! Something, a

word from our sponsors?

The record's skipping! the

phones are ringing,

And the hits just keep on coming!

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Steve Murphy

He/Him. A writer & actor living in the Arizona desert. Born in Idaho, have also lived in California, Maui, & Seattle. Married to a creative art quilter and blessed with the companionship of an Airedale Terrier.

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    Written by Steve Murphy