last night i awoke in your dream

(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