Recycled Thoughts

Each night, he hangs his thoughts upon a rack
deep inside his mind where, drop by drop,
their excitations drip.

Drips of dream vacations to sunny
destinations, or frustrations of
a sexual nature eased easily, why

even fantastical imaginations of
financial freedoms with fanciful
details of manor-like mansions
luxury vehicles of every make and model.
Drips of grand illusions of grandeur fulfilled
fully and completely.

Once these extravagant contemplations
have dripped dry and dulled, he is then ready
for another day in this, his everyday life.