we see the poet through other eyes (redux)

we see the poet thru other eyes

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“You were in my dreams,” She said to me,

“You had long, beautiful, multi-coloured wings

but the ends were all tattered

and draggled sadly behind you in the dust.”

“You’re a very perceptive young woman,”

I told her.

*

He said, “I dreamed I went to your house

and there was this big Party going on.

More and more people kept pouring in

and I was worried we’d run out of everything

but you had this magical, extendable table,

that you could pull out to an infinite length

and it would be laden once again

with food, and drink and drugs.”

“Yeah,” I said, “That sounds like me.”

*

“I dreamed you set yourself on fire,” He told me,

still somewhat disturbed by what he’d seen.

“But you just laughed and danced

and sang as you burned,

and you called out to me,

“Come on ..Try it! It doesn’t hurt at all!”

The dream then apparently faded to black

with the appalled Dreamer, frozen with fear,

watching helplessly

the Poet in flames,

dancing to the last.

*

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The Reverend Hellfire supports this Event.

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The Reverend Hellfire is a practised Performance Poet

former President of the Kurilpa Institute of Creativity Inc.,

and an Ordained Minister of the Church of Spiritual Humanism and the Church of the Universe.

Or so the Legend has it.

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~ by reverendhellfire on July 28, 2019.

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