When Dreams Dry Up When dreams dry up — When dead dolls dance in rags — Children are grown — The full tit, withered, sags — In memory and wish The wrinkled penis rises, not in flesh — Gardens are left to weeds — Taps drip unfixed — Dishes reused unwashed — The music skips — When there’s no love, not tenderness or lust — Then let the decades crumble, and the dust Of marriage not be swept up, but blow away away away Robin Helweg-Larsen If you have a comment on this poem, Robin Helweg-Larsen would like to hear it.