Other worlds, other lives, other truths
From below the covers beckon me
Cumulus pillows gently puff and pout, enticing me
Sweet Siren’s Songs Seduce me
“Lay down your weary head”
 “I will smother your anguish and pain”
“Destroy your horrors and fears”
“Dissolve every restraining bond”
“Then as your body floats free”
 “I will anoint you with new life”
“And with pertinent allegories anneal your mind”
Don Juan’s teachings had persuaded me
As I slid excitedly into a universe
With the promise of new dimensions
Alternates to clumsy time and space
I readied myself for what I thought I would do
Black curtained eyelids lowered
And once all thought had ceased
The key turns and the bolt withdraws
Black walls slide open effortlessly
Presenting me with a blank list entry visa
On which I immediately inscribe:
Sexual fantasies by the dozen
“Super Dooper” man
Secret Agent man
Sports Hero
When indulgence eventually wears me out
I relax breathlessly heaving with exhaustion
Trying to recollect those innumerable conquests
Seriously contemplating if I had dipped my pen in too much ink
At that very instance the walls reopen and I am brutally thrown out.
The latch is relatched and the lock relocked
Reflections of Zen’s paradigm
Not a single example do I; or have I ever recalled
The dreams I can remember bear no resemblance to any of these at all
Rather, they are either a demand for immediate physical action
Or merely echoed vestiges of days gone by
All parade in different costumes as cloaked parables
Accretions of every event of consequence
Preparing for investiture into the hall of memories
Divested of all time and space
Debased to a small set of ”important” scenes
Based on interactions, complete loss of “being”
I am forced to bear witness as my life is squeezed toilet paper thin
Rolled up and stamped in preparation for archival storage
Occasionally a questionable act flags my conscience
The inability to pick up a pen
Elicits the realisation that I am interred in a dream
Courtesy of Don Juan I grab for the reins
Only rarely do I manage to gain control
And travel a conscious direction
I must struggle continuously to maintain the ascendency
If for any reason my indulgence is overly long
The resume button automatically reengages
And once again I am merely the pupil along for the ride
Forced to watch the performance to it’s end
Powerless to record either event or it’s intent
Alternately a swollen bladder demands immediate attention
Desperately pleading to usurp control
But the automaton refuses to relinquish it’s hold
With virus stealth the dream is misdirected into a desperate plight
The inability to find relief in a discrete location
At the crescendo of panic my mind explodes into conscious governance
Pried violently awake my frenzy can finally be transformed to relief
The inter-world flux reappears and I am once again free to reengage
Regardless, the most prophetic world is one of an unrelenting search
The dusk to dawn quest of locating my son
As dawn tickles my eyes I catch sight of him
But my elation quickly turns to despair
With a simple “See You Later Dad”
He eludes me by jumping into the back of a utility
His goodbye wave break hypnotic control
In horror, I open my eyes to the real world
To the ugly and painful truth!
It’s enough to make you cry
And paradise is lost once again