Stranger Among Strangers
I woke Up On a Cloud Today
Eye in the Sky
Walked Up a Spiral Staircase in a Porcelain Palace.
To the Top
To See
Her
Forbidden Feelings
Are Still
Feelings
Sat in a Bath Tub Opposite Her Bath Tub
Heat Was the Main Attraction
Snuck Thru a Dream Neighborhood From the Past
On Christmas Morning
Avoiding the Step Dad.
Why
I didn’t know.
But It wasn’t a Nightmare
It was a Dream of Fleeing
Of
Feeling
Present Today
At Work
In the Humid House
House of Art and Lost Culture.
“Are they African?” I asked.
“No,” replies Johnny.
“They’ve got a lot of Masks”
The Homeowners Vacant.
Inside I was
(a) Stranger
Among
Strangers
Plus 1 friend
We
caught
up
Me:
Disillusionment with Work
Highlighted from Pandemic
At Breakfast, She asked, “What do you do?”
“In life, thats a big question”
‘DIRECT’
was on the tip
of my tongue
“In work?” she asks
‘DIRECT’
still
lingering
the
truth
“production work?” she spells it out, “movies, commercials, or what?”
“Commercials,” I answer
A hearty lie
But the lie they want
Karen asks me while masked, “What are you doing here?”
I laugh while masked.
“Your position?” She reiterates.
I smile, still masked,
and Answer
The
Answer
They
Want
‘Direct’ Still On My Tongue
In My Heart
A Secret
Among
Strangers
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Geez-o’-peas, Dylan! Where’s the book? Incredible. Layered as deeply as dancing dreamscapes shift about sole and shell-studded seabeds, like a dithering shaft of descending dapple illumines colorful succulent symbols, half-exposed and half-inhumed in chattering tracts of sparse and soap-white sand. Love, what I perceive to be, the redoubling symbol of masks and the dreamily slithering seamlessness of such sparse and impeccable legible verses. Love it. New Wave. New Wave!
Thanks Goldie, Love Dylan
Great Poem
This made my day.
Keep it up, both of you!
I feel not so a stranger
amongst you.
Thanks RJ. Love Dylan