Shot In The Head
I dreamed they shot me in the head, and I was not sure what that could mean,
Maybe… now all my optimistic poetic dreams, my fantasies, could finally leak out upon the floor,
And not be contained like stagnant water in a jar, already over flowing from useless hoping.
Was it my death or my release, when they put that revolver against my ear?
But when I heard the boom, I sang a warbler’s tune, and walked away unscathed.
I warbled and the most beautiful notes preceded me, surrounded me, and flowed out of me.
I felt a peaceful calm for my execution, an acceptance everything was the way it should be,
And afterwards I walked around, showing my wound for the entire world to see,
As if it were a gift just given, or a prize I’d won, or an honor newly bestowed upon me.
My one shot execution, became a singing celebration, where others rejoiced my good fortune,
For I was still alive, and I could even sing, with more feeling than before, reborn by this gunshot,
I opened door after door with only notes that rang out in my ears, washing all the unreal away.
While all the while, what never really was, still dripped from my clean small caliber bullet-hole.
I had smiles and trickling tears and euphoria lit my face in rose colored lighting.
I needed no words.
My sentence ended with my execution.
I awoke to a new day, where clean sheets replaced the soiled.
June 16, 2012
* one of my very few gunshot dreams…ever. Maybe because I am in Texas now and the N.R.A is strong? Any interpretations are most welcome🙂
I found this image on the web at a site that featured some works by Beau Stanton. He has some interestingly beautiful, some a bit disturbing art. You can find it here Art by Beau Stanton