Strange Dream #12

The snake yawns wide and shows its venom glands.

He is a large scaly ES on the queen sized bed in room 314.

“Ssunlight is an abomination.” sighs the snake.

“Oh fuck off!” snaps the dog with a twitch of his tail. “The whole
day  is an abomination!”

“I know where the Garden iss.” says the snake.

“So you’ve said,’ replies the dog, “where is it, again?”

“In Manhattan, marked by the statue of the unknown bodybuilder.
Every Christmass true believerss ice skate to celebrate his musscles.”

“So, how come you don’t live there?”

“I got tossed by a blast of righteousness.  God did a shimmy-shake and
I landed here with Frank. God was jealouss: I got a piece of the woman.”

The dog’s tail twitches again.

“Howss about you?” asks the snake. “How did you get here?”

“I was a happy Lab, bounding and slobbering and bouncing when suddenly a Toyota Celica flattens me. Frank peeled me up and nailed me to this here wall.

Frank’s a good sort really, taking us in like this.”

 

(c) Rob Goldstein 2015-2017 all rights reserved

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Strange Dream #09

I roam the slums of a jungle;

It is hot and I am always thirsty.

I drink from the

fountain marked

Colored;

It’s magic quenches

my thirst.

At 3 AM savage

sophisticates

jabber and howl.

“Who do you love most,” asks God.

“Jayne Mansfield,” says Max.

“And why is that?” God is so
cleverly all-knowing.

“She’s dead.” Max replies.


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Strange Dream #3

White blood cells die in a viral massacre.

I act as referee and check my sed rate.

An old man plays the piano, another me:
someone smelled but not seen.

“How long have you been like this?” I ask,
ever the concerned professional.

“Since I was an old woman,” I reply.

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I fire off an email and do a dozen sit-ups.

I am a god and know I am.

Every hair on my leg is cosmic, just as Walt Whitman says it is.

“I’ve never had sex with a feminist,” says Whitman, “Who’s the
top and who’s the bottom?”

“Let’s do it sideways,” I reply. “That way we’re equal.”

 

Image and poem (c) Rob Goldstein 2015-January 2017

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Strange Dream #10

I am In a frenzy but

calm

when I find the tree.

I peel back the bark

and drink its hot blood.

When I see the

tree is dead

I return to

my

frenzy.

 


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