Today’s napowrimo.net prompt is to write a poem ‘in which you closely describe an object or place, and then end with a much more abstract line that doesn’t seemingly [sic] have anything to do with that object or place, but which, of course, really does.’ I approached this from a slightly different angle, describing parts of the dreams I had last night/this morning. (Note: Dick’s is the name of a popular chain of drive-in burger restaurants in the Seattle area.)
The comedian Titus and I were at the filing cabinet, talking
In the middle of a sentence, I meant to say ‘disk’, but said ‘Dick’s’ instead
We stopped, looked at each other—milkshakes!
as in a milkshake sounds real good right about now
I began pulling stray bills from my pockets
figuring I had enough for a shake
one… one… one… fifty!
Looks like milkshakes are on me…
Amidst the cacophony of voices in the now crowded room
I said I was going for milkshakes—who wants one?
I had to mouth the question several times
but counted six strawberry and two chocolate
Roll call for the match against the wrestler standing center stage
The comedian’s name had already been called
I had evaded notice thus far
‘George!’ called the man on stage with the microphone
I looked to the back corner, where George Carlin sat in an upper row
I turned back to the front
Wait—which George? We have three…
I turned again to the back corner
an empty chair occupied the space where he had been sitting
Had he disappeared?
I saw movement from the corner of my eye
George Carlin was crawling, cat burglar commando-style, along the side
making his way to the front of the room
The spider paused halfway down the wall
I turned my attention back to the screen in front of me
But now a crow, hanging upside down, replaced the spider
Its beak was a dull, dirty brown, long, and curved slightly downward
ending in a narrow point
You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into, do you?
(11 April 2016)