the dreaming

buffa:

It was a fractured dream.

one thing then another.

Newport, Rhode Island

and Bob Dylan’s electric guitar

short-circuited at: "I ain't gonna..."

and the folkie gathered there

called for more as he kicked the amplifier.

then the Hindenburg docked

without a hint of heat

and the rich people went to the opera.

( John Adams: "Death of Klinghoffer" )

they didn't like it.

well,.. time passed or so it seemed and I sat-up stiffly

from a cold nap as if being startled by a loud clap

or a screaming junkyard cat and the undertaker yelling:

"Oh, for chrissakes! Stop being such a goddamned prima donna"! 

wow!–– what a freakin' dream!