Thursday, August 18, 2016

This Dream Is Fraught With Meaning

The road is straight enough,
but it needs work.
Cars rough and tumbleweed
to stay between the ditches.
A billboard leans in the wind;
cracked, peeling, but constant
in my passenger side eye.
This Dream Is Fraught With Meaning
in Comic Sans.

"You know that much about music?" he asks.
I don't care for his tone,
his insistent hands,
or the crush of his too shiny boots.
Why, yes, I do, friend.  That and more.
I know that a waltz is not a two step
no matter how
you dust the floor.

For Fireblossom Friday at Real Toads

15 comments:

Stacie Eirich said...

Lol! Really enjoyed the playful tone of this (which I did indeed care for). Although I suppose what matters is that we listen, and dance anyway - even if we're off key or out-of-step..it matters not, as long as we love it. :-) Thanks for sharing.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Zowie! I LOVE this! Especially your killer closing lines. (Your closing lines are always killer.) I could see the dusty desert landscape as you described it with its rusty cars and tilted billboards. I think I have been down that road. LOL. Wonderful, as always, kiddo.

rhymeswithbug.com said...

this had a creepy feel until you zinged us with the ending - super

Fireblossom said...

One so rarely gets billboards in dreams. It's helpful when they do appear.

angieinspired said...

i don't care for his tone either, and yet you call him friend. any sarcasm in there? a nice read

Susie Clevenger said...

Love your ending. This reminds me of Hotel California for some reason. "On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air"

Gillena Cox said...

the fact the its written in 'comic sans' does ease the tension; it could have warped wierd

much love...

brudberg said...

I would always beware of shiny boots... Love the scenery of ghost towns.

... and you won't believe me, but I had to select three images of billboards to verify that I'm not a robot.

Kerry O'Connor said...

The worst part for me is when I wake up and know exactly what it means... and wish I didn't.

I love the contrast of the two halves, and the final parry and thrust!

hedgewitch said...

Exactly how a dream plays out--especially the dialogue, the characters and landscapes popping in and out, up and down, with a final anchor at the end to moor you to that tunbleweed rough lost highway of chance met strangers, hate and love (and mixed metaphors, in my case, apparently. ;_) )

Anjum Wasim Dar said...

lovely dramatic....felt like waltzing on top of the world

said...

I read Co/Mic Sans to mean that you are fighting with this man onstage over what type of music to play. :)

Jim said...

I like your two part writing, Mom Zee. First the dream and then the fulfillment. I wouldn't have dreamed surface reading, thinking they weren't related. But every part has a match. I liked the old billboard, it is interesting how those are treated and what their message when rent was being paid really was, does it remain or is it scraped or over painted with graffiti.
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Kim M. Russell said...

So spooky and yet so tongue in cheek - I love the subtlety of the billboard message written in comic sans and the too shiny boots.

Sioux said...

I love both stanzas, and the change between the two. Using "rough" and "tumbleweed" as verbs--brilliant.

You and Shay are wickedly talented.