I had the sweetest cool dream
last night, perhaps the best
dream ever in fact
I was at work
and everyone there was
pleased or punchy to welcome
back their good ol' boy
me
yet
unlike
...the rote work dream template, no
one was gave me given me
THING TO DO
So
I was just a VISITOR
in ol' work place! GO FISH
NO FETCH AMEN HOO HOO
It was pretty sweet, seeing all
them (fake; dream) peeps,
and all of the smiles
and laughs they had
they were winking and making
symbolic remarks
(right over my head VWOOSH,
still, not bad) and I walked in the
air by the sea (some fair) (not
chowder or art and wine, but
fine) while people who haven't
met me in years
all veered in to have some say,
some shine and everyone kept
on handing me FOOD
(it's POISON FOOD DUDE DON'T
EAT) mind said, but undermind said
(DREAM-POISON food) so I ate
my fill and I shat
the bed
sorry
ReplyDelete...about that very last line. SHOCK TACTIC WARNING: false; didn't happen. The rest of the poem is exactly as dreamed, although not necessarily in that order. It was very interspersed, scene-shifts and dovetails. Dream logic, you know. It worked!
Held together very well, but at one point (the poison part) I did grow wise to the fact. IT'S A DREAM, YO - MAYBE.
Not wise enough to wake up, thankfully!