Dream Poem by Alex Ranedo klein

Dream





In a dream:


Banging away down near that wall. The last one down. Knock, knock, and it’s me. Cursed knock, but still here with the rest of them in the garden. The garden?

Muffled yeh, but it hit’s the same. Up up and away. Cellular and grained ripping.

Dual

Brocken lines of old plaster,

knock, knock.

Dust falling aside for me.



History




Such age and grace. Dirt with words I’m no less blind to, nonetheless. Grainy figures come rushing. The stairwell saying something.

What was that?

Roaring alone anyway, I forget.

Such is similar but I can’t be I can‘t get there

I just be and being am




Like, knowing.


The rabbit’s last breath is on the way. Another floral decay.

Same as the same, we all complain. Not enough to just grab the memory and curse your fun in vain. Time to displace your will and forget. Proper. Grab that rabbit by the hat. And then you know.

Enough is enough,

Where do I sign up?