the dreaming

buffa:

It was a fractured dream.

It was nonsensical.

Newport, Rhode Island

and Bob Dylan’s electric guitar

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

and the cheers

multiplied exponentially

as he kicked the amplifier.

and then

the Hindenburg docked

without a hint of heat

and all 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 bed as if being startled by a loud clap

or a screaming junkyard cat and a mortician yelling:

"Stop being such a goddamned prima donna"! 

wow!–– what a dream!