dream - 4/30/19

Jon Nakapalau

mr. clean is mad at me
as i stand in front

of a fence covered
in dry blood

and he hands me
a bucket with rags

and tells me
that my buddy

tom sawyer told him
i was trying to

cover up my sins
by painting at night

but now under
the sun i had to

paint it black
and mick jagger

would make sure
this was done

then tom comes by
and offers me

a dead rat
and i glance

at him and point out
that mick will

tell mr. clean
if i stop painting

then a red door
opens up

in the fence
and american soldiers

start coming through
from the jungles

of vietnam
and they just

shake their heads
sadly and walk past

like tired melted
green plastic toys.

  • Author: Jon Nakapalau (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 1st, 2019 17:53
  • Comment from author about the poem: Another very vivid dream.
  • Category: Surrealist
  • Views: 7
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