Dissection

Licorice Legs

As you held me I thought
Finally
It's been over a year of waiting
But it was more of a visit to
the Dean's office to discuss a grade change.
With your mother.

Pulling around the covers, it was a dream, so I'm svelte,
Pink, soft, the works...
You exclaimed,
"What's coming out of the back of your legs."
That usual kind of work you do
To help me through the difficult moments.

Damn, bad shaving I think, who looks
At the back of your calf.
(oh...A turn off, another circuit thrown.)
This was a little different kind of problem.
Black sprouts like spaghetti or that super thin licorice

I looked straining my neck backwards
To see these thick little flexible black tubes all hairing
Out of my leg. There, in the back.
That's different. How do I get through this?
I did what any good self-surgeon would do
Yanked them out on the spot. (Still feel that sensation.
Hours after not really doing it.)

Leaving these awful leg scars.
Another attractive feature.
You were so out of there.
I'm preoccupied anyway.
To be truthful we can't do this anymore.
(I've gotta face that- together too long
Nothing hot bikiniwax will fix),

But I was investigating what was happening
To me and my backlegs
Growing this handfuls of wiring
or tubing, tubules?
Looking on the internet
"black tubes, legs, skin condition, parasite"

My concerns were kind of strange
To see if they left implants in me that would
Triple and quadruple
Into a body of new strange black tubes to multiply.
Like the head of a tick works.

I woke up
And beside me at this computer.
Are some pretty fair specimens.




What Am I Doing?

In a dream
You can fulfill a wish
You never knew you had
Or even if you didn't
If you tell the dream to someone
They will tell you it was your wish
Disabuse you of innocence
And the dream was a fulfillment
So either way if you dream it
You want it.

And you can't get to it.


That's Embarrassing

To be caught in a dream
With your wishes (that even you don't know about)
Or denials
Or some psycho self you didn't know existed in you
Is feeling this want
A well to be sure. (Opps, in you go, watch where you are going falling)

So it was this last night
When I got a little too close to a teacher
That actually kissed me right on the mouth.
It's a funny thing because I know
It won't really happen.
It wouldn't work out like that
It's embarrassing.

We were in a nice secluded big old
Victorian manor home but
Doing the Luncheon on the Grass
I had on my outfit. But it was idealistic
Talking about his family (yeah) or something to do with oral history
And he just did this thing

Because I would say this
I said,
" I have awful breath I don't know how
You can take it." Running dialog.
And he said, as he would, "I don't know either
It seemed like something we both wanted."
He said a whole bunch of stuff that if he did ever say that
I'd have to leave here to live in the Alps.

The trouble now I'm having
Is returning to here and now
Not lugging along that
In my picnic basket as I encounter
A totally uncomprehending fellow in la de dah land.
Whilst I'm finishing digesting the "way we were."