Dream-Blisters

Dream-Blisters by Odin Roark “…Like the glow of star-dispelling lights rising, saturating air from 5th Ave to Trump Towers, to the Bronx, atop the bridges glinting brazen shouts. “Hurt and pain guised as success, a purulent throb of discharge, woulda coulda shoulda now, like always, decorative wounds, cover-ups flung high over and through, settling seasonally in Pennsylvania 2nd homes, where farm animals gaze from fields at repeated history, learned celebration, attainment’s price. “So it goes. “Rising, spreading, oozing dream-blisters, festering from forever frictions. Id and ego, smooth and calloused, reduced to screams and laughter. "Have and have not antecedents surviving now as virus, knowing not of antidote, immunity prevention long ago ignored for addiction.” “Why is that Mother?” “Like the book says, sweetheart… see here the illustration barnyard animal-looking humans all dressed in party finery wondering what to do now.” “Why are they wondering?” “Mr. Orwell told the story long ago. Another writer addressed it again a bit different, but with the same warning." “Is that what they’re wondering about…warning?” “Yes, dear.” She caresses her daughter’s forehead “Some things take a long time to learn.” “But we do learn them…right?” “Sleep warm, daughter.”