February 02, 2010
The Unconscious Deals With Customer Service
a narrow passage
in shiatsu
dreams
over lichen on a
winter wall
a mid sized
dragon
lurks
green and
hissing
fuchsia tongue
behind its
sharpened fangs
and then the
sweetest smell
of any dream
wafts gently
toward my face
along the
dragon wall
I see the source
just at my knee
a fragrant
foxglove
blooming
out of season
but then
the keeper warns
of cynanide
emissions
and I dash
through the
narrow
passage
completely
out of turn
translucent sheets
of thinnest cells
shearing
from the
source
fall neatly on
the table
and of course
I've lost my
purse
as in every
other dream
Photo note: the best lichen covered wall that could be located quickly in the archive View larger image
Adaptive context: Dream during tui na nap after a week long disagreement with vitamin manufacturer service department regarding sulfurous smell in bottle.