Friday, September 5, 2008

bastard set of dreams.

something happened last night... i was in denver.. walking from where i used to stay off oak and west colfax. walking past the single level buildings that house dead ambition and decay. there were a lot of cracks and potholes in the road, telling me that the road was well treaded in its past. I wasnt walking on the sidewalk with the rest of the empty, addicted faces that passed me. I was walking, strolling in the street. along with everybody that drove. it was hot, and around 6pm.. starting to get dark. I didnt have a care in the world that i had to walk all the way downtown. It felt almost like i was strolling through a very green and lush park in my own spare time on my own day off, for no reason. I got to colfax and a man had a drum set set up in his garage. i hadnt heard or played the drums in years, i walked up his driveway next to a big white cat and i stood and watched him play for a few minutes. he wasnt that good. i smiled, said "thank you", pet the kitty, and left down the driveway. a few minutes later down more towards wadsworth, another man hands me a pair of 2B vic firths, and i start drumming my thighs as i walk. the smile on my face is still expectant as i turned the corner from colfax onto 13th. i look down and i see what i thought was the pale green stain that is connotated with money. "nobody just leaves money on the ground", i tell myself... and i keep walking. i see it again. i bend down. folded into a half stack are various 1s and 5s. i walk further toward home and find more stacks, the bills getting bigger on the way til all i find is a stack of 50s on my apartment porch. i hear a demonic, cynical laugh from behind the white ash that is my front door. i pause. wondering how this cheap canadian export of a door is holding such a thing behind it. i turn and walk away, towards the cheesecake factory. i treat myself to a nice dinner alone. i order a scintillating white wine with snipping crimson accents in the nostils. i smile a big hearty smile. i never laugh.



i woke up a very rich man this morning.

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