DREAMING (Of Maiden Angels)
by billy forbes 1980
She and other people swim in the pool
while I seek out the man to murder
in front of everyone who laughed.
I work at the empty warehouse
standing in the green field
and walk up the road with a woman
after work's over or we quit.
We were windsurfing over sharks
and running from the fifty dollar restaurant
they chased us to rails by the river
but somehow we outwitted them.
A brunette artiste explained
her eastern colours to me and others
and by standing she reached
up to kiss me more than once
in fact about eight times.
But I don't know what they mean
a few of us just stood on line
waiting to get into the video theater
and we sat down with Italians
to watch a gas-economy movie.
It had only begun when
Ilfredor's voice called me to
arise and prepare to go
to a lecture by my advisor
about sculpture in the valley
like who done the power building facade
the maiden-angels in graveyards.
And there you have it, the Monday Pote. Paintings & craziness tomorro~i am on a Presidential vacation...