two dreams
alice olds ellington
first they came at me with their corrupt
teenage wisdom&with their grabby hands.
They rocked my head on the living room floor.
They went thru all my belongings&found all
the cash&I.D.&credit cards. My family
& friends were rounded up in the living room
while the mongers were expunging my house.
That was one dream.
The next dream they appeared a little more
hostile - like the hundreds of neighbors across
the street who deal in drugs, whores pornography
& didn't realize I was in the same business.
They all came over - boys&girls - to control
me&steal from me. I couldn't like this. I took
one of their razor-sharp machetes&felt the Power
of killing. I stabbed four girls&then came up against
the young male killer. He had a dagger which he
dropped. I picked that up to cut him off.
He had a knifing machine with its radar to find
my heart no matter where I was. I was not crippled
but I couldn't outfox this. Just before his knife
shot itself into me, I woke up. They say that people
don't get killed in their dreams.
