Jacquelyn Frost Poems
|1.||The Beantown Waitress & The Roving Blue-Eyed Songster||6/18/2013|
|2.||What They Try To Make You Think||8/22/2013|
|3.||The Sweet Girl And The Bitter Boy||8/21/2013|
|4.||Wonderings In The Key Of Curiosity (Fantasizings Of A Lovelorn Virgin)||5/22/2013|
|5.||Jacquelyn's 20000th Dream||12/11/2013|
Jacquelyn's 20000th Dream
Last night I dreamt that I walked into the Abernathy Building:
I was whistling Eddie Cochran’s rock record about climbing some stairs
As I floated on up to the twenty-thousandth floor.
On that floor there was a bedroom.
An open bedroom.
A candle-lit bedroom.
Curtains were being swept up into passions by wind.
Outside, ‘the big city’ was scintillating
beneath a full moon and a million stars.
I slipped into the bedroom.
On the bed there was a moon-lit silhouette
of a calm figure resting
upon the pillow,
upon the mattress and the ...