Chemically Slept (2009) Poem by David Joel Rodriguez

Again and again, I could not physically hit in my dream
Yet, those trees were waving and the lake was swaying
Though everything was fast, I remained in a slow stream
And the sky kept strobing like a big blue eye blinking...

At one point during the throbbing wind, I seemed free
I felt away from all the Dali visions and started flying
My weak arms tilted guiding me through complexity
As I inhaled, I flew higher into a jet stream with a ring

A ringing that quickly drew me into broken clock debris
Glass, screws, crowns, clowns, knobs, hands, and springs
The second hand gave direction out this flourishing spree
Slowly returned to the tranquilized clouds with no wings

Exhaling rapidly to feel ground and rest under a creepy tree
A leaf falls casting a watery reflection of me asphyxiating
I did not understand the meaning or what I needed to see
Until I was woken by unforgiving thunder and eery lightning