Winter Dreams

part of a dream journal I used to keep. I'd wake up from a dream and write the first things that came to mind. This is one of them.

Winter is power outages, dark rooms
Colored snow, that’s dirt, or pee, or poop
Observe the different shaped footprints
Or the tracks from cats or the deer
People still walk their dogs as they bark at strays
Spend your days dreaming of vacation
Trying new drugs since you can’t get away
Create crafts, draw, paint, write or sculpt
The world is at your command, use it
But use things, not people, be considerate
Anything can become a collage, magazines and Pix
Or make a sculpture from trash, the garbage
How about spray painted metal or tires
Life sized skyscrapers from cards or feathers
Paper Mache chairs and table, plastic food.
Nothing is for truth, it is so surreal, for real.
The windows and chandelier are Saran Wrap
Frosted glass is really wax paper. NOT the same!
It’s insane, sidewalk made of glue, it’s blue
Frozen toes, icicle fingers and icy hearts
Litter the walls and tears too
Tears in the skin serve as doors
to the next room over, and the following, then the next
An elongated hole, but it won’t bleed!
The media sits out on this one. HAHA!
Seeds and fruit of youth escape from us
They run away, but here you’ll stay
And I, I am indifferent, could not care
Share your views and opinions with me
I’m of the curious variety, aren’t you?
Again with the childlike wonder
Pretty eyes, Marry me, you’re too beautiful
Come save me, love me, for who I am
I understand your looks are not so meek
Skin deep is not for you, bad description!
Be true to you, I insist, it is radiant sot.
Be proud and loud about your lucky lot