(no subject)
i awoke
something at the end of my bed
crafted this disturbance
quiet
i rose up
my eyes greeted the eyes of an
infirm man
he sat with a meticulous cloak
and wreaked of a vile smell
he smelt just like he
had come from a latrine
his beard covered his face
and his eyes were glassy
and seemed to illuminate
the aphotic room
it was merlin
it continues ...
he talked for hours
about mystics and king arthur
i didn't really care
i really didn't care
he let me ask him one question
just one question
" what are dreams made of ?"
he sat back distraught
and bewilderment clouded his face
he told me this :
" vague realizations of our actual lives"
i smiled to seem
to accept this knowledge
fiction
brief fiction
early in the morning
from the east
the sun blinded
my half open eyes
it continues ...
i dressed myself
jeans, tshirt , and bed hair
so natural , so natural for brian jefferson
i went to a bank where i saw a policeman
he was an extrovert
his personality rubbed off on to one of the
tellers
she was an attractive lady
despite a misguided eye ball
i believe it's called lazy eye
no wait
amblyopia
that's politically correct
she yelled " next"
i shuffled across
the cold pine sol floor
" how can i help you?"
i simply asked how much i had
in my account
she looked back at me one eye
greeting both of mine
and the other looking at
a painting behind me
that said courage with a picture
of a gentle waterfall
" two million dollars "
i sat back puzzled
her face seem to claim
the exact emotion
it continues
i awoke once again sweating
and confused
the clock read " 7:30 am "
it was monday
this must be reality
no wizards
or
large sums of money
or maybe just maybe
this is a vague
realization of my actual life
something at the end of my bed
crafted this disturbance
quiet
i rose up
my eyes greeted the eyes of an
infirm man
he sat with a meticulous cloak
and wreaked of a vile smell
he smelt just like he
had come from a latrine
his beard covered his face
and his eyes were glassy
and seemed to illuminate
the aphotic room
it was merlin
it continues ...
he talked for hours
about mystics and king arthur
i didn't really care
i really didn't care
he let me ask him one question
just one question
" what are dreams made of ?"
he sat back distraught
and bewilderment clouded his face
he told me this :
" vague realizations of our actual lives"
i smiled to seem
to accept this knowledge
fiction
brief fiction
early in the morning
from the east
the sun blinded
my half open eyes
it continues ...
i dressed myself
jeans, tshirt , and bed hair
so natural , so natural for brian jefferson
i went to a bank where i saw a policeman
he was an extrovert
his personality rubbed off on to one of the
tellers
she was an attractive lady
despite a misguided eye ball
i believe it's called lazy eye
no wait
amblyopia
that's politically correct
she yelled " next"
i shuffled across
the cold pine sol floor
" how can i help you?"
i simply asked how much i had
in my account
she looked back at me one eye
greeting both of mine
and the other looking at
a painting behind me
that said courage with a picture
of a gentle waterfall
" two million dollars "
i sat back puzzled
her face seem to claim
the exact emotion
it continues
i awoke once again sweating
and confused
the clock read " 7:30 am "
it was monday
this must be reality
no wizards
or
large sums of money
or maybe just maybe
this is a vague
realization of my actual life