Posts tagged ‘dream poem’

February 8, 2013

untitled dream #3

by jhon baker

untitled dream #3

 

we are west sixty-six revisited

we are bound

bordered between psychiatry and madness

and we celebrate in ceremony

counting one to four,

four to one.

 

in the arena of dreaming

a precipice with feet teetering

don’t look back!

playing Aeolian harp

singing our __________.

 

keep it simple, Orpheo.

don’t look back.

a love lost within scope of wandering

and vanished.

itself playing on bent shaft

itself a white lily

itself a love under guise

itself a nuclear proliferation.

 

– Hoc Scripsi

February 5, 2013

untitled dream #2

by jhon baker

untitled dream #2, 2012

 

I was a wretch!

hit bottom when I refused to write this

no-more sentimental waste

(my brain isn’t big enough for this mythology)

 

 

in dream I live by the ocean

walking steadily on sands, shells

under stars, moon, visible planets

(all performing before my singular audience)

 

 

theme and variation on familiar interlude

treated to kitchen knives chopping boards

pieces abandoned and the night sky a deepest blue

(two typewriters humming and I am distracted)

 

 

struggle on step one, try not to wake

cacophonous malaise, the dream soundtrack

my admissions are deluded, so said

(Beethoven Sonata, NO. 23, underlay screaming)

 

 

I weep when I look upon Guernica

taste blood, harbor resentment at such brutality

turn away to self portraits and the ego

(clever deflection, tears, anger, id)

 

 

weep weep when I look upon sunrise

held in fraternal homosexual admiration

singing! singing, you are my sunshine, my only sunshine

(song of penance)

 

 

– Hoc Scripsi

January 29, 2013

untitled dream #1

by jhon baker

 

idle incognito

rifling closets and clothes hampers

looking for colorful oxfords

tumultuous

and crying with one hand on the bottle

and one foot on the brass rail

(but don’t interpret)

 

 

in dream

childhoods bedroom

reading

each written line in each book touched, screaming

magazines screaming, wallpaper screaming

I’m screaming, bloody and wasted

(this is no way to conduct a dream)

 

 

I follow her into bathroom, now a party,

we kiss grab ass and I’m hard

when I awake temporarily and tremble

step outside for  nicotine relief

refusing to return to same dream

wearing no underwear, underwater

(accept drowning as part parcel)

 

 

sweating,

dark,

naked,

sheets, pillow soaked

–        awake

retreating to thought and space

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