Famous people won't let me sleep! Here are a couple of new poems about my dreams and the well known people that haunt them.
Take a Chance on Me
Ah! The dreams I had this weekend past
I knew they were too strange to last
Johnny Cash said hello to me outside my office
He deep voiced his wisdom
& I listened
& I understood
But when I woke up
I couldn’t fucking remember his advice
Instead I was
Humming “Take a Chance on Me”
Dream of May 21, 2008
The Beat Hotel
Ginsberg
Corso
Ferlinghetti
Even Burroughs
& W.H. Auden
Sitting on rugs
Slouching 'gainst dark walls
Smoking hash
All crammed into a tiny space
I was there too
A door connected us with another room
My family stayed in that room
My extended family as well
The beats shocked them
Foul language
& dirty smells
The bathroom caught on fire...
...Then--------------
I was with K in Houston
(before even visiting that city)
We were in the 'burbs
A group of thugs
& hookers
Came toward us as we walked the downtown sidewalks
Fast food joints and clothing stores
Burger King!
We got in a large maroon Oldsmobile
Must have been at least 8 people in that car
Some kid shouted about picking his sister up from "the shop"
We pulled into a Jiffy Lube type place
A young Hispanic woman in a pink dress waited outside
K and I left that party
I woke up
2 comments:
I wish I could stay in the Beat Hotel. I think it would be cool to keep working these dreams as if you too were a character among the famous and the literate.
i would love to be famous for being literate!
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