Lindz Williamson

Rookie (December 11,1973)

What My Dreams Are Made Of - Poem by Lindz Williamson

I dream about stripping and running naked into the street,
crumpling fetal in a intersection
pounding the asphalt until my knuckles split and gravel digs into my palms
people gather, a coat is offered
hands reach out but no one dares to move me
I feel the irritated commuters stare
horns bleat and far off sirens cry as they come to take me away

I dream about walking deep into the woods
digging a hole
crawling in and pulling cold wet earth over my body
nails broken and ragged, fingertips bleeding
I lay there buried under black soil, leaves, twigs
my breathing slows, my shivering subsides
my ears open to sounds of worms burrowing, beetles trekking
crows eye my mound skeptically
no one will find me
the forest keeps me hidden

I dream about walking into the ocean
foot by foot I advance
my clothes start to drag
shoes fill
I stumble as the shoreline falters
eventually I tread water but I continue on
fatigue sets in but I will myself to swim forward
until I feel myself being pulled down
arms of lead
sucking mouthfuls of brine
panic doesn't come
I just close my eyes and sink

I dream about drinking myself stupid
guzzling wine, vodka, gin
just opening my throat and pouring it in
letting it burn its way through my stomach
warming me inside out until it hits my brain
then I stumble to the toilet
hurl my guts out
steaming bile burns my tongue
gasping & moaning on the cool tile floor
riding the tilt-a-whirl until everything shuts down

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  • Brian Jani (5/5/2014 5:04:00 PM)

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 14, 2005

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