me, interpreting dreams.

dreams that have you (or anyone else) sliding

(in almost any sort of way shape or form)

and that can mean skating or rollerblading or skiing

or gliding on ice or any slick (or even non slick)

surface are all about,

maybe you guessed it,

sex.

When we were seven, mother and dad

just existed in rooms like pre-stamped sticky address labels

("the national home gardening club"),

so, no need trying to interpret the dreams

of the descendants of slaves

so okra boiling was a kind of sex,

or pole beans growing  on strings in

neat rows, was a sort of oral. I remember

a performance of Kristo who

threw himself in a box, then got out

and proclaimed art as an association of life

in the country as if the allotropy of different forms

is the countertransference of complex feelings

(the milk of the floodlights)

of my psychotherapist towards the patient. Me.

Dear Dad:  sex and dreams are a thing you do,

or have, at least, thought of doing,

not a means of electric connections.

No.

Not the sun or the moon at all.

Reviews

[writing mojo]

plenty off inner course here...the tunnel vision is ebb flow of quivers and being in the present of dirt that hallo seeds...excellent piece

[kmartell]

I liked this, I thought back, childhood, then about an explaining of things the writer discovered. but had some difficulty as the flow went back and forth. The narrative, the words themselves however are very evocative as is the case with everything you write.

[JC]

I really like the saying that sex and dreams are things we do or think of doing...I don't know why, just like that connection, maybe because we can get into a dream like state in sex and they both have connection to a mental state...the imagery you provide is very rich, and earthy to me, when talking about various foods and preparations being sexual or sexually visual..the partition that exists within family and especially known by earlier generations where we moved around like ghosts observing the adults with wonder and trepidation... visual and thought provoking as usual....

[Samoda]

I am gonna be honest here. I really like the poem, but I need your help understanding it. Is this piece addressed to someone specifically? Is it a narrative? Is it all based on a dream you had?

[h d e rushin]

thanks Samona but I rarely write narratives of any kind, it's just that my plot got lost.
A wonderful question though.....dana

[W.k.kortas]

And so Freud's problems are all of our problem. Sometimes, and I would venture that poets are as guilty of this as psychoanalysts, we are so busy trying to divine meanings from our this and thats (or, perhaps worse, trying to graft meanings upon them) that we fail to just live; in the rush to break everything down into the buzzing of synapses, all "electric connections" we deny the sun and the moon and all under it, amen.

[h d e rushin]

12-13-2014, I was declared borderline skitsofrantic dana

[John Destalo]

This is one of those pieces where I got to the end and realized I needed to go back to the beginning and read a few more times, love the ending, and the beginning, the relationship of "dreams that have you" and dreams you have.

[emmajoy]

Smiling at the shallows and depths of this.. imagination re. the non.reality of.. whatever! Wondering yet another whatever of parents included.. maybe hidden questions one never dared ask; the slipping and sliding of adolescent maybes.. No matter what ancient tomes might say.. dreams are interpreted by an individual's ripe or rancid need for explanation.. perhaps!