One night when Harry was five, he lapsed into the unhurried
sleep of the child and had a dream.
A battalion of gorgeously mutilated angels gathered
around Harry and sang in unison:
“He’s done it to you again!”
“Done what?” asked Harry.
But that was the end of the dream.
For the rest of his life, Harry had variations of this dream.
In one dream, Harry is an angel taunting the child, Harry.
Thus from the age of five, Harry began a hunt for God and to
his dismay, Harry found him everywhere.
(c) Rob Goldstein 1992
Image (c) Rob Goldstein 2014
A puddle evaporates on a black tar
and a thousand puddles vanish before
we reach the boardwalk
where a toy store sells the inflatable
duck that goes flat in the water.
Arriving and departing seem endless:
we drop until the hand of some strong
god lifts us up and out of this moment
Image and poem (c) Rob Goldstein 2017
The Death of Timothy Leary (c) Rob Goldstein 2017
Tears are running
They’re all running down your dress
And your friends, baby
They treat you like a guest
Jefferson Airplane-Somebody to Love
First posted 2/01/2016