(a surrealist-style poem popped into my head when i sat down at the computer today …i mean … why the fuck not…)
last night I awoke in your dream
ben goertzel
Last night I awoke in your dream
In the glow beneath your eyelids
Long yellow legs breasts o my heart
Fertile gaze of the nothingness
Last night I awoke in your dream
In the midst of a mad party
Pigs and chickens in Armani suits
whistling Beethoven
and you were there, naked,
skin shining with midsummer rain
and you called to me “Knowledge!
Science! Excellence!
“Serve me,” you said, “feel my
perfection. Deliver me bliss and
your existence. Show me joys past
description – or else – ”
I smiled at you willingly, ran like wild toward
your sweet flesh, and then
I was on a bare mountain road, surrounded
by hungry goats
“I love you,” I called, “please come back!”
The pigs in the suits returned, offering
me martinis
Last night I awoke in your dream
and I occupied your body
For a minute I was a beautiful young
woman – soft taut skin, curious energy,
no floppy old balls between my legs,
and wings on my back of course,
such glorious-colored feathers
Careening in the seas in your skull,
last night I passed through the nameless portal
the curve of your golden eyes embraced me
Last night I awoke in your dream,
and I saw you awoke in mine,
and we stared into each others’
eyes from behind each others’ eyelids