"The Blind, the Kingfisher, and the Gliding Spider"
By Scott McKenzie
Open your eyes to see everything in a Gaussian blur.
Think you're going blind so yell for help but simply slur . . .
Psychobabble.
Feel your feet slip into an arbitrary fissure.
Panic, flail, realize there's a bird -- a Kingfisher?
Aha! A word for scrabble.
Scrabble pieces turn to spiders,
Queen Spider arrives on some gliders.
Transmutation: spider to radio.
Turn on some hip-hop, try to rap.
Fall into bed doing a twirl and take a nap.
Indiscernible audio.
The Blind, the Kingfisher, and the Gliding Spider,
Fuzzily remembered to oft forgotten.
A dream so real, yet a dream so unreal.
This was written after contemplating how whacky and random my dreams always appear to be; they seem like total nonsense but during the dream it feels 100% real. The poem is most certainly meant to be random with nonsensical lines in it because that's how my dreams always are. So on reflecting about it, I believe this poem and my dreams parallel each other rather well.
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No poetry by faculty/staff members for today's posting.
