components of a dream

i’ve been the dreamer of many a
twisted dream
composed of various elements and
unrelated characters
usually mulled over on my commute to work
then forgotten

last night’s was no different in
it’s general progression
only in it’s variety of characters
and situations
i’d be afraid to hear what a psychologist
would think of my dreams

here goes in relative order:
trick-or-treating, taliban,
beheading, persian girl,
shackles, barred door,
urination, john goodman, defecation

Ok, it gets better:
motorcycle, highway, air conditioner repair,
some gay guy, my old boss Randy,
Bukowski, black hooker, cigarettes,
marijuana, pine needles, instantaneous sunrise

it all peters out here:
great day proclamation, leather jacket,
riding wheelies and the realization that I
am supposed to be at work but somehow
it just doesn’t matter now

Chirp Chirp

*chirp chirp*
hey man know anybody that’s
got something for a back ache?

*chirp chirp*
nah man. should’ve caught me earlier
you know who just got her script but
she ain’t coming off any more of ‘em

*me grumbling*
fuckin’ greedy bitch
*chirp chirp*
no shit? you sure? i’ll settle for
four fuckin’ tens.. i’m fuckin’ dyin’ here

*chirp chirp*
what was that?

*chirp chirp*
FOUR FUCK-ING TENSSSS.. ANYTHING!!

*chirp chirp*
i’ll see if I can get her.. she was out
of minutes earlier.. i’ll let you know..

*chirp chirp*
ten-four, say no more..

and he won’t. fellow pill head won’t get
you SHIT unless they are BROKE.. OUT..
or HOPING TO SCORE OFF YOU..
stay way from pills and all things
narcotic..
including me.. especially me.

I AM > Christ [1998]

To not be his follower
To be free of guilt
To take on scorn
To have free thoughts
To be myself

I will be the man
I will set the world on fire
I will deny him
I will take my silver
I will buy a rooster

He will never say a word
He will not complain
He will not come around
He will never shed a tear for me
He will stand by and let me burn in hell

Rather than reveal himself
Rather than answer a simple prayer of lacking faith
Rather than prove himself real
Rather than come down and save my soul
Rather than take my hand and guide me to truth..

He’d rather sit back in Heaven and watch me perish.

Baptism or The Day I Bathed in Front of Hundreds [1998]

In the name of
THE FATHER
THE SON
and
THE HOLY SPIRIT

Lukewarm water engulfed my sins
I do not remember my thoughts then
Only now do I look back
laughing
Then Dripping
And Now
unbelieving

It would be fun to go back
maybe add some bubble bath to the baptistry
Foaming Re-birth
Shining
The smell of bubblegum bubble bath
The pastor dunking up a frenzy
as children line up
Smiling
Rubber Ducks born again
Water wings squeaking as children cry
Eyes irritated by bubblebath

A warm towel awaited me afterwards
it’s embrace now more symbolic than the immersion
I relive it every morning
only
now I don’t have to believe