Musings by The Poet Loriet
International Symbol For Choking
I woke in a clammy sweat
wondering what my dream
could signal, what kind
of Freudian freak of nature
I resemble at night.
I was having a pleasant
but bizarre dream-mare
in which I was envisioning
myself lying naked on my bed,
contorted in pleasure,
but i must have been
making love to a ghost,
because no one else was there.
Out of the midnight blue,
a baby girl appeared
on my belly and she was
choking, struggling to breathe.
I sat up and grabbed her
slapped her hard on the back
over and over again
as she coughed up
a never-ending supply
of thin gold wedding bands.
I kept patting her back
and she surrounded us in
piles of gold until
all I could hear was
the constant rhythm
of coughing and clinking,
like a bizarre mantra
in the night and
it was perpetual,
fear and wonder.
Yes, baby girl,
I understand your pain.
Wedding bands tend to
make me choke too.
I just kept patting,
trying to help her
breathe again.
Breathe, baby, breathe.
Cough up those foreign objects,
so we can live again
without fear.
Shhhhhhhhh...
We're going to be okay.
Lori Beal
wondering what my dream
could signal, what kind
of Freudian freak of nature
I resemble at night.
I was having a pleasant
but bizarre dream-mare
in which I was envisioning
myself lying naked on my bed,
contorted in pleasure,
but i must have been
making love to a ghost,
because no one else was there.
Out of the midnight blue,
a baby girl appeared
on my belly and she was
choking, struggling to breathe.
I sat up and grabbed her
slapped her hard on the back
over and over again
as she coughed up
a never-ending supply
of thin gold wedding bands.
I kept patting her back
and she surrounded us in
piles of gold until
all I could hear was
the constant rhythm
of coughing and clinking,
like a bizarre mantra
in the night and
it was perpetual,
fear and wonder.
Yes, baby girl,
I understand your pain.
Wedding bands tend to
make me choke too.
I just kept patting,
trying to help her
breathe again.
Breathe, baby, breathe.
Cough up those foreign objects,
so we can live again
without fear.
Shhhhhhhhh...
We're going to be okay.
Lori Beal
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International Symbol For Choking
International Symbol For Choking