from a dream
...My student's name is Ari
and he's dying...
“No serious talk today!” he warns
He wants to laugh –
and so we do
He wants the Patriarchs and Prophets
on this tropical island
He names them doing something funny
and I pick up where he leaves off--
with the second line:
“Elijah, with his ravens on a blow-up raft...”
“...Ascends with ham sandwich, sipping wine!”
“Jeremiah throwing mud *****
“...at Zedekiah's white garage!”
We rewrite the Old Testament
laughing till we cry
“Now that's what I'm talkin' about!”
He's pumped
and kicks that rebel trashcan 'cross the room
...and suddenly shouts out--
“For everything there is a season...!”
I do not finish this one....
“I'll tell Solomon you said Hi”
________________
...and in that moment half aware...
_________________
I'm wearing a grass skirt
in someone else's dream
I'm on Instagram
and I don't know how I got there
I have coconut halves for my ****
but for the life of me –
can't figure
how to keep them on
So I let them sway with my grasses
to the languid freedom of marimba music
toes clutching warmth of sand
No one here to see
but Instagram?
Nagging in the background:
How did I ever get here?
Dreaming like this... right?
Dec 27, 2017
Dec 27, 2017 at 5:04 PM UTC
from a dream
...My student's name is Ari
and he's dying...
“No serious talk today!” he warns
He wants to laugh –
and so we do
He wants the Patriarchs and Prophets
on this tropical island
He names them doing something funny
and I pick up where he leaves off--
with the second line:
“Elijah, with his ravens on a blow-up raft...”
“...Ascends with ham sandwich, sipping wine!”
“Jeremiah throwing mud *****
“...at Zedekiah's white garage!”
We rewrite the Old Testament
laughing till we cry
“Now that's what I'm talkin' about!”
He's pumped
and kicks that rebel trashcan 'cross the room
...and suddenly shouts out--
“For everything there is a season...!”
I do not finish this one....
“I'll tell Solomon you said Hi”
________________
...and in that moment half aware...
_________________
I'm wearing a grass skirt
in someone else's dream
I'm on Instagram
and I don't know how I got there
I have coconut halves for my ****
but for the life of me –
can't figure
how to keep them on
So I let them sway with my grasses
to the languid freedom of marimba music
toes clutching warmth of sand
No one here to see
but Instagram?
Nagging in the background:
How did I ever get here?
Dreaming like this... right?
Thanks to Anon for the suggestion to switch the order of the two pieces to this dream. Yes, definitely makes it more sensible.
These two different dreams just somehow blended together.
I have never been to the tropics, but it's nice to dream, seein' as how it'll be
3 degrees here tonight. I've worked with kids and as a teacher in public schools, so I guess that's where the rest comes from--that, and I've read the Old Testament.