Fred Aiken Writing

Tag: dream

December 19, 2024

melatonin

melo-mela-moanin’-ownin’-tone-deaf
scorched marks running
down my ear canal
as the medication bursts on through
down through the gullet
take a right at the kidney
then maybe greet the gallbladder 
until one-two	stop	brake
to smell the roses
artificial roses—but what’s the dif
just sniff	though not too deeply
while the mind falls adrift
the body will become all stiff
and the melatonin will reach its climax
only to be awoken
	next morning
	next moanin
	next all too awake	at the crack	of dawn
too damn long to be late-late-late
back to work
it’s not too bad
just don’t call in sick
so you can save up quick
and later kick up your feet
to the sweet—sweet—sweet ole symphony
of sleep to the eternal beat
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December 17, 2024

i asked a nightmare a question

pleading with a nightmare is like politely asking the bubonic plague to leave
through the front door;
it's simply not within its nature,
it permeates and deepens and makes mincemeat out of marrow,
until the nightmare becomes a reality
that stays with you wherever you go,
a little memento
to remember,
like a piece of chewing gum stuck to the side of your head
to cover up a bullet hole leaking all over the desk
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November 14, 2024

celebrity names

i had an afternoon dream
	where i 	met		u	m	a	thur(man)
and discussed for what felt like an inordinate amount of time
like toomuchtime for it to be considered reasonable, sociable, acceptable,
discussing how to pronounce her name, ooohhh-ma, 
ouuue-mae-ma
ooooo-ahhhhh-maaaaaa
oohh-maaaai,
though before long
i realized	that i 		spent too much money on my vowels
so i woke up without getting to ask uma thurman,
(the version of uma thurman
	in my dream)
whether she had ever met jim carey,
which prompted the rest of my afternoon looking 
through their respective imdb’s to see if
uma thurman and jim carey had ever worked together
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