After my reincarnation
I went to the cemetery to brag
laughter doesn’t go over
well at the burial site
I move on, head to the local gin joint
slow dance with a stiff
whisper in his moldy ear
you can’t believe the freedom
my arms melt when I ask them
I order my dreams sunny
-side up, the monsters come alive
in shades of cream and sugar
(think coffee poured into a clear glass mug)
I am no longer afraid.
Well, the man I chose to dance with
that old stiff, he gets a little jealous
smashes my dream with the rubber mallet
he keeps in his pick-up truck.
It was just a dream.
Mother always told me just turn
your pillow over
to the good dream side.
There was this one night when I turned my face
to the good side. That was the night I felt
the air leave my lungs in one slow swell.
Here I am today,
come back as a dragonfly
or is it a moth?
Either way, please don’t touch my wings.
jillypoet 