C-Rations |
by Bobby Mitchell |
6-10-99 |
My life is full of delusional paranoiac tantrums of yellow fevered intensity Crazed malarial visions of ice worms copulating with great whales on the North Slope of my still frozen mind My dreams, on the other hand, are surprisingly quite tame - most of which i cant even remember Or dare to recall I walk thru this Real World in exciting technicolor: breathless with wide-eyed wonder at the sight of dazzling azure skies - sun with the intensity of hallucinogenic detail It's more fun than my dreams And i never sleep for that reason I have no interest in visiting Vast Dreamscapes populated by grey civil servants tired lonely & sexless with wireframe glasses and pensions I love to love and love to be loved I am a natural hedonist - gifted in my own way My life is full of joy I believe in the stations of the holy cross and on the day of Pentecost, but please dont hold that against me My heroes are great figures with titanic egos: Iceberg Slim and Minnesota Fats - hustlers to the very end Dreamless visionaries with a knack for self-promotion They also wore the coolest clothes Everything i know was built on cerebral landscapes of B-movies and rock n roll Life is just a river of time flowing toward the eternal I dont go anywhere i dont want to go But i get lost in the evolutionary warp between time & space Everything is multi-dimensional after all So, i guess i've lost my way again Or so it seems But i enjoy being lost It makes the challenge of finding my way back all that much more rewarding Besides, i can live inside this poem for weeks, subsisting on sex and pure imagination alone This is my arctic survival kit And i will never have to dream Even tho i am in your dreams and you are in mine But you work at the post office, dreaming just to be free And i dream to be free of my dreams. |