Funky Dream, Lame Poetry

If you haven't seen the movie Love and Sex, I suggest you watch it. ASAP! It protrays a realistic relationship, and precisely the one I would welcome into my life with open arms. The leading man, Adam, is played by Jon Favreau. Yum.

Last night, I dreamt that I wandered around knocking on the doors of all of my past lovers, in search of Jon Favreau. I would stand on their oh-so-familiar doorstep, and once they answered, I was surprised to find my old flame instead of Jon Favreau. In fact, I remember saying to each one of them, "You are not Jon Favreau." Then, I would scurry if the residence of another old flame, and enjoy the same confusion.

I popped out some incredibly lame poetry regarding this perplexing vision; searching for that elusive, archetypical soulmate.

Are you ready for this? Heh.

I searched for you all last night
In and out, dark to light
Frustration builds- I'd like to know
Just where is my Jon Favreau?

Studying faces I lived to love
Each one after, a step above
Recalling the reason I had to go
"You are not my Jon Favreau"

Taking those hits for 'the team'
Did little for my self-esteem
Hating each for every blow
There is no fucking Jon Favreau!

Took my time and licked my wounds
Sunny, happy afternoons
My heart no longer to and fro
I just don't need a Jon Favreau.