Why Do People Love To Dream, Anyway
I don’t know about you
but my dreams are always all mixed up
like sometimes I’m half my current age
and I can run like a gazelle, and then I’m
right back in my current prison of a body
limping through an airport, sweat pouring
off of my chin and down the back of my knees
exhausting myself trying to keep up with
the crowd rushing over to book a new flight
‘cos ours has been canceled for no good reason
at all and me without a smartphone,
O, what am i doing in a vast indoor mall in skokie,
illinois, with my daughter and estranged son
from my previous marriage when we live
five miles away in west rogers park, chicago
and now we’re all lost and these little green men
seize my son, abducting him into a disc
with flashing lights while my daughter and I
we both speak Russian ok are in a Russian
restaurant somewhere in Italy, lost sampling the
pizza and Putin's men are trying to find us because
my current wife is from Ukraine omg how are we
ever going to get back to WRP now we're on the
south side of chicago and everyone is staring at
my poor daughter and me and oops she's gone…
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2022
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