Canto V
A Dreamer Dreamed a Dream Dreamt
c. 2019, Olan L. Smith
Was it you who brought us to this realm unrecognizable?
Even to those born here? Anyone who calls this place home
Is foolish. I wasn't born here in this mixed-up dimension of devils
Who want to twist your mind. They want your
Soul hung out to dry, for the misrepresentation of a
Cock-and-bull story from the flaming Earth's core.
"We dry out your skin, we may use it for the next
Book cover," they yell. "It's all cock-and-bull, far-fetched."
They point their fingers, "Fake, faker, dumb ass, stupid."
A million times over they scream, "Right is wrong, wrong
Is right, nah, nah, nah, nah-nah, I see your butt crack. Olan
Broke the teacher's back" Flights of fancy; green is purple,
The sun is red! Nothing's real. No facts, no truth; so tweet
Until it's true. Do you see his orange face under our red sun
Making a fool of us all? Long live Humpty-Trumpty; his wall,
And broken eggs; they can't fly over the wall? "I'll shoot you
Down with my peashooter," the Naked King yells.
"Dad, Susie, hit me in the back of the head with a spit wad!
See the welt?" Build the wall! "Olan; run down Grand Avenue
And buy me a beer. I say go, fetch and avoid the running-living;
They'll steal my Busch." Look into the mirror, Alice,
A bit more; watch-out or you'll drag us all in, as well! Peter
The flautist blew on his thumb, and said, "Watch out
Alice fell on the king, a crazy old fool with his thumb
Up his arse." Okay, crowd around the maple tree that's grown
Upside down, in the ground. You know the one with its
YOU ARE READING
Poets of Life
PoetryThis is a epic poem broken up into cantos and cover the inner voice of my poetic mind. The cover photo belongs to the author, Olan L. Smith, and all copyrights apply.
