on Christmas day in my old house (good ol' 2013)
and we had a fort in the garage and my father was
still alive and both John and myself were drinking
cheap domestic working class lager (ie, Hamms
Colt 45, PBR) in our fort and occasionally shaking
the cylinders like spray paint cans before
spewing forth the liquid coopery contents
in celebratory jest at one another.
John , calling home to his catholic mom and
telling her that, "You'll never guess, they're not
catholic, not Lutheran, but he's a bah----"
There was the dream in the last week where
I am with fellow reference Librarian Diane H---
and we are tunneling through the WHITE SOX
spring training camp, although the camp is
being held at Detweiller park,
the park on the rich vector of town
where hapless, culturally illiterate
progeny of doctors
and lawyers and executives
get buzzed off cheap beers
attired in their polo shirts
and shorts hair cuts....
We traversed through an underground
tunnel and later met with
the seedy low-lives who
orchestrated the underworld.
A bald headed chemotherapy child
was also in the room.
It was the dream
I found myself in Chicago, broke,
hungry and all alone in the world
Needing to get home. I found myself
taking a cab through a neon
theatre district and later found myself strapped into a carnival ride
(the ride was located inside a big mansion house on the lakeshore)
The ride was configured like an upside down
octopus and I was strapped in next to a young boy
who the caretaker of the machination
informed me that it was my job to protect
When I was on the ride the entire
room began to cartwheel and slip upside-down
and the young boy to my imminent left
began to laugh and giggle while
I batted my dream eyes into a shush
and the entire room transitioned
into the interior parallax of a pinwheel
on a windy March day
The conductor then said that
there was a monetary contest
whoever could find the key
and I jumped off the ride
(abandoning the boy)
and rushed to the front of the
room which kinda
resembled the entrance to my
junior high gymnasium, dual
oak tablets with a slight
Rectangular socket. I was trying to
get through the door when three
sexy models began fighting their
way past me, in search of the
reward. I pulled their hair and
found the key beneath scurrying
out of the room, down a long
velvet draped hallway. I
kicked it down to the bottom
of the hallway where I used the
key to unlock the "bosses door"
The boss was a very chubby-jowled
overweight black man reminiscent of
Stanley from the office. He looked
at me, said that it was "about time,"
before handing me the money
so that i could once again
get home.
..It was the dream where I found
myself riding on a trolley
Through down town Peoria
Looking at the denim contours
Of the female in front of me
snapping photographic
vignettes of her anatomy
with a cell phone in my pocket.
I then left to pay a bill
at a restaurant that was once
known as the RED FOXX a gay
bar I used to frequent because
it was the only place I could
go crazy and dance on the dance floor
without hoity toity females
flipping up their noses at me
like light switches.
The gay bar in the dream
had been transitioned into
a diner with saw dust on the
top of tables. I was having
diner with Rick Moody in
the dream who was portrayed as my
friend Aaron Felder as I opened up
the menu a photograph of my
hot aunt fell out--in the photograph
she was straddled leg peeing behind
a fence in the country and as I
went to fetch the photograph I was
imminently hurtled out of the restaurant
where I found myself walking on the chin
bluff of High street, near the mansion
where I used to live.
There was the dream where I was with
the women whose body lulled me to sleep
last summer--the beautiful cancer survivor
I was telling her that I was sorry (in real life)
that I showed up in her back yard drunk
over the holidays. I then tried to make
her laugh and hid bottles of beer
in the ventilation shafts around her house in an
until a smile finally cracked into the
pasture of her lips...
I have been dreaming about retails
and about malls and labyrinths. A dream
where I was in my old book store
backing up items once again. A dream
where the mall had been transitioned into
a NOAH's Ark and that I found a Catholic
church burrowed within the alters
of retail where both my old Pastor
an assistant pastors had chosen to worship.
There was the dream early last thurs
morning where I found myself sauntering
in a labyrinthine retail setting. Where
the majority of shops had been transitioned
into "Born again Christian" youth shops
with finely groomed youth raising there
hands in the shape of a Y and swaying
back and forth, blind hosanna’s echoing
from their lips. When I tried to avoid
their hallelujah harangues and get back
to my hotel room door "store"
a black police officer asked
me to follow him and then immediately
began asking questions about "Rwanda,"
The very next day at work I received
a phone call where a high school
senior asked me what the capital of
Rwanda was....
Then there was the beautiful dream
where I found myself traipsing through
an aqua-marine labyrinth tint of
commerce that may have been the mall
in Joliet where I sometimes look
for my friend Esmeralda
I looked for Esmeralda like I did
that day when I decided to surprise her in
mall at Christmas time,
missing her by
only forty-five minutes,
telling her co-worker
to please, five her an intense holiday hug for me
when she got in)
I would search all over the deep blue of the mall and end up
in a vector of the mall that looked like
it was contained in a giant blimp
I then exited the mall at the very
southern orifice and found myself
in a desert where a pink convertible
of Latino insurgents picked me up
Later in the dream it was Christmas morning and I was holding
the white palm of my Beloved muse in my hand
We found ourselves at my mothers house
My dark haired Muse was
wearing glasses and i asked
her if she wanted to see something which she nodded
her head. I then escorted her into the kitchen
and showed her the snowy pastures of my
mothers backyard--almost the same picture
as printed below--the same back yard
Adorned in a sleeve of holiday white
we then proceeded to have Christmas dinner.
My pastor from the church where I was confirmed
was there as well as her servant-oriented Grandmother
who passed away last summer. I began sitting up
tables as more and more of our relatives
began to filter into the small brick oven
of my mother’s house. I almost ran out of tables
but all of our relatives were there
rejoicing over the birth
of a spiritual renaissance of the heart.
And we were happy
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