by Helen Yung
dreamt i was selling drinks in a park at a fair
men saying lewd things
going to the supermarket to pick up lunch
strange things
papaya over-ripe displayed on the half
with spoons sticking out -
” very ripe, tastes good “
blue crabs cooked with lavender
i was sniffing a spoonful when the chef came out
helped some people behind me
said he knew me
” you know carole & jim nugent, right ? “
it didn't register at first
my god mother & god father
i daydreamed about leading him behind his own counter
through the door, into the next room which was exposed
people could see us pressed up against one another
an embrace. was just a hug
& then some
i daydreamed it & then it was happening in the dream
in mexico
a great swirling hole is swiftly carved
drilled into the earth
great pieces of land moan
& fall, collapsing
slain
the little people just make it out
standing on the edge of this hell
next i was in a cabin of a boat
unreliable narrator
who was i ? invisible, implicit
watching a woman in a red or purple dress
sitting on the window pane
he inside the cabin packing or unpacking clothes
back to the window
he thinks she's enjoying the sights
doesn't see her
drop
you can't sit on a pane of glass
when it isn't sideways any longer
the man goes out with a helicopter
her dad piloting
suspended by a bungee cord
he sweeps the sea
in search of her clinging to a life saver
nothing.
they return to the new base
in mexico
jim & carole mock me
” i heard you wouldn't even give him a hug.”
” that's not true ! “
they laugh. ” ah so the truth comes out… “
no one is looking for the woman in the dress
awake now
i too
regret
leaving her at sea
tell me
if she lives
how
how many days lost
can you live
out at sea ?
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this morning's dream.
super.*
cool little kaleidoscope of images
I often skip what appear to be difficult poems. Laziness and ignorance to blame. Thanks to Editor's Eye I came back and read this. I envy those who dream lucidly in color. Mine tend toward black and white snapshots, usually in a slide show. Yes, I enjoyed this a lot, now. *
I too come to it through Editor's Eye and it really picks up speed from
"I daydreamed it and then it was happening in the dream"
It's ending is unexpected. It is almost 2 poems in one.
I also like The Swan Drives a Car.