Beeblebroxing My Brain C.6.28.2008 Poem by Margaret Alice

This is the reason why Victor Frankl
had to relay his dream of writing a
book as if it were written already –
his concentration camp mates could
not stand the possibility that their
cherished theories about the impossibility
of realizing dreams could be proved wrong,
fearing responsibility for mastering the
technique of dreaming – so they reacted
in scorn and forced Frankl to hide his dream
behind a studied front – I’m doing the same,
it is a lovely game; I keep people off the
scent of my real dreams then they cannot
monitor progress and persecute me; each
time they smile in victory, having destroyed
an acknowledged dream; I simply come up
with a thousand more; carefully weaving a
web of conscious strands to hide the unconscious
wishes underneath; all my highest ideals stay
intact and unscathed while I get to practice
the technique of dreaming – I call this process
Beeblebroxing my brain – closing up that part
of my brain that dreams and keeping myself
unaware of my real dreams to prevent me
from revealing them inadvertently!