George Murdock

Weird Dream - Poem by George Murdock

In sleep I dream impossible things
I glacine down Mount Shasta
on a jumbo black trashbag which empties its contents
while blurred faces curse at me
The tin cans and wine bottles glisten like
Christmas ornaments
The ski patrol tries to stop my descent
while in the real world below
a woman has given birth to eight tiny babies
and people curse at her
A Sunday school teacher has murdered an eight year old girl
and stuffed her body in a suitcase
the teacher of God's eternal love
has a five year old daughter of her own
whom the eight year old was on her way to play with
I awake to the grip of the world
rescued from the clutches of the ski patrol
having escaped the troubled world of sleep

Comments about Weird Dream by George Murdock

  • Sonya Florentino (12/1/2009 9:04:00 PM)

    life is a surreal dream....that it is....! (Report)Reply

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  • Ted Sheridan (4/18/2009 9:32:00 AM)

    I like your style my friend. Seems we have both been to the jungle. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 12, 2009

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