DREAM
DREAM IT BACKWARDS
I held his hand +looked at him like he couldn’t have
gone far It was August 16, 1989 at 3:16 Elvis died
that day too 1977 This brings to mind the Great
Red Spot one of the solar system’s perennial mysteries
It fades but never seems to go away
Technically the spot is an anti-cyclone + it was Giovanni
Cassini who first saw it in 1665 Perhaps that’s where my
father went Heaven seems entirely too pristine +who would
want to be with the meek +un-debauched for eternity? Not me
As the 28th anniversary of that day approaches I am now 8 yrs.
younger than he +things are beginning to break down Today
for example my left knee is swollen to 3x its original size + is
making crunching sounds No truncheon bearing mobster in sight
Perhaps I too am anti-cyclone perpetually caught between forces
moving in opposite directions Eros + Thanatos Entropic daemon
possessed by an encroaching desire to go backwards Counterclockwise
to the very day 30 yrs. ago when I stood at the door of a 727 on the tarmac
in San Francisco
Mentholated cigars in hand ready to return to a pre-ordained box On the
day I embarked on this vision quest some 6 mths. prior Ella + The Count
mystically crooned April in Paris as I fled Mother 64 Father 67 said good
bye as one more once rang out The part of the song you must wait for
It comes almost imperceptibly after most have given up It comes like the
2nd coming Like the 2nd chance handed out to those who bear an uncanny
resemblance to my father
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Strange now to think of you gone while I walk the sunny streets of
Greenwich Village reading the Kaddish aloud listening to Ray Charles’
blues shout blind on the phonograph
(Kaddish Allen Ginsberg 1958)
Summer 2017
songanddancegirl 