Inside impossible 3D movie
Aunt Thelma speaks of trips taken with her parents
who were my grandmother’s parents
though I didn’t think that in the dream.
I watch the footage around me
as it skitters through different years
until I see a faded image which may have
been myself dancing (only it’s not)
which I notice as I approach
after shouting out “It’s Me!”
only there I am, walking away
because he will not go to camp.
I walk up beside him
and take his hand (or is it mine?)
which he can’t feel
because he’s stuck in the past
and I’m merely a projection of some kind,
a rejection of some mind,
but I tell him:
“I know you can’t feel me,
but I’m here and you need to hang on…
because your life will get better.”
I really say that,
like I’m some fucked up Youtube
Stranger Days scifi
gay teen After School Special.
Thieving assholes
attempt to steal retro-futuristic
gizmo thingy,
source of my cross time travel bullshit…
but I won’t let them escape –
I tackle –
and they go down harder than I ever have.
A young older man
who looks like a younger David W (not my dad)
tells me that he’s amazed by the season finale of “The Good Fight”
but he won’t watch any longer because he’s turning off the service….
He wears a black leather jacket.
I tell him I’ll send him copies.
The two girls he’s with are pressing on me;
making fun of me
but I know they’re doing this because they like me
so I tell them I’m gay,
that I suck cock and to leave me alone.
I walk away but look back and tell them not to behave
like it’s a disappointment because it’s fucking awesome!
They regret and search for me (the 3 of them)
but I hide.
The bouncy castle must be a hell of a place to work.
Later, on the farm, Mrs. Brooks visits me,
asking if I’ll record something for her too,
a program that I can’t remember now.
When she arrived I was looking at roses that I’d planted
in the left back garden corner
where I’ve dreamt of soft core porn adventures
and experienced them as well….
I had been planting seeds using a gun
with special bullets that turned themselves
down into the ground and then released the seeds…
but hating the use of the gun I stopped firing and poured
the open shells around the base of a tree – that’s when she arrived.
I read of such differing things in a newly Dusted book.
I asked if she’d like to take a walk
and she said she couldn’t go far
but we walked around and past the longer than usual
front of my family’s home.
I woke, worried for Aunt Thelma.
In the dream, she was on a diet but had
given in to temptation.
As I sussed out the contents of my head,
I remembered the hot guys
who have no dicks
but are tops (with their Thunder Sticks)
and are somehow more beautiful
despite the seeming flaw of their condition.
This isn’t poetry
but fuck it.
Written by Jason Wright
March 10, 2018