Posts tagged ‘dream’

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

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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

(!)

October 26, 2012

a short, bad poem

by jhon baker

a short, bad poem

 

I look back through my notebook

and find no poetry.

apples, pears

peaches, penumbras, oranges

mangoes

pomegranates

fruits of the grove stand at

the local grocer.

 

I find bananas in several local cafes.

 

in dream I am at this

fruit supermarket;

counting the aisles and cashiers,

wearing pajamas

and blue memory foam slippers.

unselfconscious of naked shoppers

who fail to wear fig leaves

hiding their shame

 

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