night swimming by Artur DesruisseauxI got up
and I was naked
and the record player was still on
so I lifted the needle
and there was an empty bottle of tequila on my dresser
and my clothes were in a ball on the floor
and they were soaking wet
I thought how odd
I don't remember any of this
I checked my phone and there was a message
it was from area code 415
I don't know anyone from area code 415
I listened to the message
it was a woman's voice
she was telling me that she was sorry
that she missed my call and that she would call me real soon
I put clothes on and went outside into the courtyard
and my expensive road bike was at the bottom of the pool
so I dove in and rescued it
it was just a little wet
then I went back to my apartment
trying to figure out
what did this all mean
and then there was a knock on my door
I answered and it was two mexicans with a suitcase
senor
yes
we have what you're looking for
they pushed me aside and set the suitcase on my bed
I said I didn't know what they were
talking about
and one of them laughed and said something in spanish
"pinche gringo"
then they clicked the suitcase open
and I said
what the fuck is that
then the alarm went off
and I noticed it was 9 am
08/21/2012 Posted on 08/21/2012 Copyright © 2024 Artur Desruisseaux
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/23/12 at 05:11 AM Excellent surreal piece, as dreams often are. Highly entertaining, poetry-wise. |
Posted by Kerowyn Rose on 09/02/12 at 01:15 PM I love wild dreams like that. And this is written the way a dream has that "real" feeling that stays with you all day. Great work! Thanks for sharing. :-) |
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