If only (Jung & Freud)...
I sleep with pigeons
on the concrete building ledge
dream drowning.
Too many aliens appear/robed in white coveralls
sport bubblehead noggins
move in too close
to my self skin
silently menace
scare me into a new dream drowning.
A lion on the floor above
leaps on another lion
two big beast cats
come crashing down below
onto my ledge of pigeons
& we all free tumble downward.
- if only Jung & Freud had seen us
so they could play chess with these dream drownings
of mine & maybe I could glimpse what was what
& who was who under the buzzing lights.
I like this, especially the big wrap-up, the lucidity of chess play revealing subterranean meaning.
ReplyDeleteI am still thinking about this poem, two days later, *J*. The poem itself is worth a long savor, and then your meta-frame. where are Jung and Freud? I love how you invite them in, into the dream, where we have more permission for words. "dream drowning" so satisfying a phrase. Perhaps, collectively, as poets, we all can be Jung and Freud - or the writing of the poems themselves?
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