The lines lay on a screen, & as I begin to read them out loud, a low-key media show flashes behind, each slide synchronized to a single line, but with seamless watercolor movement. After I'm done, I realize the piece is pretty fucking piercing, with, of course, the attendant grumblings of why can't I write like that.
Then I wake up.
So I did write like that, but I can't remember any more than a stray word. If only my subconscious was flesh n' blood, I could kick it in the shins & tell it to get outta my house for beating the dead horse that is my poemetrick corpse if only it hadn't already paid for its n-year lease in full. If only.
I also dreamed that I got arrested by an overzealous cop for taking pictures of the outdoor stage where the pretzeldent's gonna drone on today & then had to call the Duchess & tell her that she was the opener during my indefinite incarceration. Like I wouldn't use my one phone call to ring my dealer.
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I'm advising your subconscious to go to a month-to-month lease, and also to put another lock on the door.
ALSO! Remember my last Halloween pic from Kroger? That was around 11 pm at night, and I WAS HASSLED by the Kroger rent-a-cop for taking it.
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if, I'm probably going to need some firearms, too, and a couple of grenades.
So grocery store holiday displays are considered governmental buildings?
I think wherever you find a cop with a uniform, you'll also find civilians that need to be bullying.
Aka what Prunella said.
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I've drawn masterpieces in my dreams only to be left with a pile of pencil shavings.
That will teach you not to eat a politically incorrect meal before bedtime. Thought you knew sauerkraut and marshmallows just don't go well together.
bruce springsteen once appeared to me in a dream and sang the entirety of 'thunder road' to me and me alone as we sat inside of a yellow school bus. like six years later, still telling that story..christ i am a loser.
(my favorite was always a tossup betwixt Death and Delirium - go figure.)
//I also dreamed that I got arrested by an overzealous cop//
Boy, youse gotta lay off dem sardine and peanut butter samichs before bedtime!
... Course, see, there is a place where dreams come true...there, in the pale distant horizon of peace love and brotherhood.... and the headline in the papers will read...
BROWNS WIN SUPER BOWL!!!!!
sorry that my life of crime has landed in your dreams homie.
It's still funny though.
if, I much prefer this kind of powertrip.
susan, sounds like you've got a case of the gremlins. They don't just stalk British fighter pilots.
demeur, I don't like sauerkraut. I think it was sloppy joes.
game, springsteen? Oh man, I'm sorry. And hell, all of my stories are from when I was a teenager. I'm that Beck track, and I don't even listen to the guy.
Speaking of such comic bookery, there's apparently a new mini series in the works, which, being a loser, I just found out about today.
okjimm, man, you fuckers chow down on some weird shit. Even in my dreams, the Browns lose.
duchess, I LEARNED IT BY WATCHING YOU.
I'm left wondering why you didn't dream you got arrested photographing the pretzeldential platform when he was on it, speaking. Or something like that.
man, i really wish that dream had happened to me as a teenager. maybe then i wouldn't feel such a douche. i was like twenty seven and swooned like a nkotb tween..
Your "one phone call" -- oh, I thought you knew. They've eliminated that. It was too burdensome; just a last vestige of that commie Earl Warren Court.
If only my subconscious was flesh n' blood, I could kick it in the shins...
Not just in writing for me, it's also the same for snappy comebacks. Several hours later after dealing with assorted dickheads its when I am falling asleep that some cold and piercing retort pops in my head.
"Nana nana boo boo stick your head in dodo" gets really old after awhile.
SWA, you think a hoodie can stand up to a sniper round?
game, with age with comes bearded wisdom. The young folks don't know they're douches, whereas we know we are, and, as a famous cartoon grunt once opined, knowing is half the battle.
tom, Earl Warren wasn't a stripper.
BB, I think there are plenty of us who suffer from l'esprit d'escalier. We should start a club.
Last dream I remember was waking to the words, "Well, that's gonna cost us." Must have been dreaming about lawyers bills or something. I haven't had a Wonder Woman dream in over a year. I hope she wasn't erased from my psyche. Sigh.....where's my magic golden rope when I need it?
I need a voice recorder for those times when the poetry just slams into me and I can't write it down fast enough.
I know I'm never gonna remember it later on and that irks to no end.
nunly, someone steal your star-spangled hot pants?
life, dammit, why didn't I think of that? 'cause by the time you reach for the pen and paper, that 15 seconds is enough for it to turn into this.
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