Witness these creatures
And their dilapidated
State. Is this God’s will?
The Cult
Tag: dreams
Nightmare 1
Toothless hag clamps my
Mouth, waking, smothering me,
Beneath her bathrobe
Summer Breeze
Out in the sun and
Sand, dreaming of a soft skinned
Woman, gentle, tan.
The Golden Boy
Scion, old money
Finds me on a couch, says we
Should eat at the school
Of culinary
Arts nearby. No longer mad
At me; my anger
Evaporated.
I am having cocktails for
Breakfast again. The
Mirror shows my face,
Sun burnt. We chat about crowds,
Anxiety and
Vaccines, descending
By elevator through the
Thronging masses. He
Sees my face under
The mask, and he is friendly
This time, we are friends.
Dreams in the Night
The bright boy with problems got separated from his group. He’s alone in a dark tunnel in the frozen winter. I don my winter gear and proceed into the tunnel to attempt a rescue without scaring him off.
The girl is the daughter of the sister, not the mother. The sister warms to her daughter.
Young lovers laugh. The father returns to put an end to what he thinks is mockery, but is actually not about him at all. He drives a nail into the young man’s back though his shoulder armor.
I think of what a relief it would be to have a nail driven into my back.
Lucidity
Sometimes I wonder
How the fuck this all happened.
My life. All the shit.
The good, the bad, the
Strange. It is as unreal to
Me as sci-fi is.
Whose dream am I? Do
I dare to wake? When will I
Lose the thread and fall?
Railways
I got on a train.
I climbed to the top row and
Tried to find a place
To sleep. At last found
I a spot, on the advice
Of a mother and
Daughter. Quickly as
The train started to chug, I
Spilled from my seat to
The floor. This was not
A passenger train, but for
Livestock and cattle.
For years I had tried
To stand off from the herd, and
With them I would die.
German Angels
Walking, a young man
Told me about his strange quest
For the lost German
Angels. I replied
In the keine Deutsche I
Knew, and then was I
Met by his maiden
Sister, who wanted to thank
Me for my kindness
And also to bear
My children. I made plans to
See her the next day,
Conscious that I had
Forgotten to wear my ring.
When I came to the
Dinner, the maiden
And her sister were there, and both
Had young daughters. They
Now were vying with
Me to see for which I would
Become their new Dad.
The Astronaut’s Wife
She was old, and she
Really liked me. She said her
Husband wrote her name
On the moon when he
Visited. She wouldn’t stop
Touching me, even
When I asked her. I
Told my mother and she thought
It hilarious.
