Dreams Schmeared on Bagels with Lox and Cream Cheese ~ Saturday, August 23, 2025

Inside the bouncy house of childhood dreams
no one touches but imagines senses
senses felt as a slap or a tickle
inside the bouncy house, everyone screams
defenseless children punch and kick their way
each day towards adulthood, stained fences

touch without touching, feelings so fickle
hot giardiniera cheese pizza, a slice
enters the mouth, a child cries, as they say

brilliant minds think alike, laugh at abuse
ontological authenticity
understands perpetrators in its use
narrative non-attachment to pity
creates the ideal conditions for ice
yellow snow in Chicago, have a taste

horror of horrors, pranks last forever
objective correlatives evoke pain
understanding nothing but lives in haste
snorting cocaine and smoking dope, to trace
each moment in reverse, as to sever

objective reality from insane
foreign dignitaries to India

childhood inside the bouncy house, what grace
holds memories in zero gravity
in outer space on a lunar base, time
loses all meaning, Rolex, too witty
demented brother and cousin, no crime
haunts their memory in California
only if karma were not an idea
only if karma was but a goddess
defenseless children on whom to rely

deities imaginary, a flea
reminds me of John Donne, more real and clear
empty of value, a conceit, this mess
answer the question, a riddle, to cry
makes them happy, a schadenfreude smear
schmeared on a bagel with lox and cream cheese

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