Dreamed 2015/8/23 by Wayan
I go hear Club Foot Orchestra at the Jazz Center--they're improvising live soundtracks to old silent films.
Then I start Love Is The Drug. Straight-A student Emily is abducted, drugged and head-injured, spends a week in a coma... and her parents assume she got drunk & took drugs and crashed the car and is just lying! Even THEN she still craves their approval, is slow to break from them. Made me so furious I could shriek.
I'm in the rugged country of the SHRIEK.
For eons these fierce folk have fought
Humanity; now and then at whim they even eat
Us. Not that we're tasty--they dig in
To punish the rude (whether plume or skin).
"To curb obnoxiousness," they say, "just treat it as
SHRIEKS are like our myth of gryphons--a blend
But our two human guides are excellent at bird
We're here so a man can adopt two SHRIEK
One of our guides insinuates in SHRIEK
"Your new dad's clever; he recommends
You pack your musical instruments to sell
To human collectors instead. It will defame
Your neglecters even more; for buyers will
Gladly mock such unworthy SHRIEKs; they'll
Play human music on them, just to gall
Traditionals! Yon pair will catch the blame.
She wisely tries persuading cubs in terms
But too, he needs the cash! SHRIEK cubs are hell
NOTES IN THE MORNING
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