Sweet & Sour Dreaming

This restless mind takes flight.

My slumbering fortune has been told.
Print of blue on paper of white.

Awakened with subconscious scheming.
Consumed with a dim sum of meanings.

A quart or pint?
These thoughts alone, I unfold.
Pork fried or white?, a hard day’s night.

Cartons of sweet & sour dreaming.

~ an EWK Poe’em   ©2015 EWK

(inspired by a late night nibble of leftovers)