dream juice (d) ... ka-boom (poem) by jude forese on AuthorsDen

dream juice (d) ... ka-boom
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I am walking into a tall building there are gargoyles seated on the corners of the top floors the elevator men are bulky and faceless their fingerless hands beckon me into the iron hoist the floor light is set on zero beginning to spin in a frantic blur I have this compulsion to go upstairs so I enter watching hesitantly as the door slowly closes the view of the lobby disappears I am moving upwards as well as sideways though I feel as though I am going nowhere and this sensation I am being watched finally, the door slides open onto the 13^th floor I peer out and look side to side there is only darkness except for the sparkle of lips speaking unintelligibly fanatically mumbling in tongues filtering in and out of my hearing range suddenly sunbeams pop through a tinted window and I am transformed into a mystical museum at least, that’s what this shadow informs me a shadow bidding me good health and a safe journey and to watch out from being seduced by voluptuous voices soon all sound surrenders, as the elevator descends rapidly I open my eyes sweating out the scent of lipstick and spice rising to unfamiliar forms falling into the twilight’s brave new gleam ka-boom

Reviewed by Axilea MU

Reviewed on March 14, 2012

This piece is written in the language of dreams, with its own logic and semantics. I like the structures, the textures and the rise and fall.

Axilea

Reviewed by Muhammad Al Mahdi

Once again, I love your experiments with dream vision. I'm going to show this round to some friends with whom I have just been discussing dream language in avantgarde cinema. There is something very cinematesque, very visual in these poetic descriptions, which easily translates into colour and rhythm.

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on March 11, 2012

ka-boom indeed! The visual makes me think of the amazing glass houses in Kew Gardens which are vast, sweaty and full of such ironwork. As the elevator crashes again to the floor, like at basement level, I can hear that ka-boom loudly as it explodes through clouds of dust, hear the rustle of lips and scented voices and sense the shadowy, enclosing movements of mystical, trifid-like shapes which seek to gather round as your silhouette emerges. Like Amber says, 13 would appear to be a significant detail and sounds very close to home: interesting you had to pass that way first in order to be briefed! :)) xx

Reviewed by Vivian Dawson

Reviewed on March 10, 2012

Where to be, or not to be *Jude*
your dreams certainly take us
there for quite an experience!!!

Lady Vivian

Reviewed by Asa Seeley

Reviewed on March 9, 2012

dreaming is an awesome experience. of course, this depends on how you look at it. thanks for sharing.

asa

Reviewed by RWE SAYS BYE (Reader)

potent imagery... what's next? ka-kaphony?

Reviewed by Amber Moonstone

Hey Jude,
This is explosive for sure..wow another stimulating dream escape. I cannot believe you actually got off on the 13th floor very interesting because in the Italian culture the number 13 is a lucky number..so my mind is racing with the ending "ka-boom" You really know how to dream in living color and of all things, Gargoyles, umm sounds a little like Ghostbusters meets Shutter Island...very eerie dreaming there Jude...
I hope I dream of purple haze and mystical mermaids tonight... wishing you good vibrations and lovely images to use in your dream scape this evening...

Peace, light and love,
Amber

Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg

this is way better than mine last night (monkeys under the sofa) - lots of symbols here

Reviewed by Amor Sabor

Quite vivid, Dear Poet...

Reviewed by Rose Rideout

I say WOW as my blood pressure rise through each line Jude.

Rose

Reviewed by T Jett (Reader)

Wow Jude! This is quite a dream! Awesome writing ... easy on the brandy ;)

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Now that is a very vivid dream, especially the part about the 13th floor. my dreams are more mundane. Generally I find myself spinning around and falling off the bed to the floor�about 2 feet. Surely enough to hurt me, but not to kill me. When I wake up, I'm always in the same place on the bed because I cannot move new places. However, the dreams seem very real and I actually think I am falling to the tile floor. Ka-ouch!

Ron

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

WoW! Jude, I took that very same trip during my acid days. Heavy, man, heavy.

Haha! Naw, just kidding around. I enjoyed the kaleidoscope menagerie as you traveled upward in that tall building. I probably knew some of those gargoyles, but you didn't linger long enough to be sure.

Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger

Looking into the photo gives me a shivering scense of being watched
as I read. Fascinating write Jude.
Lady Mary Ann

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Another most intriguing chapter in your Dreamjuice series - they are all very good.

Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER

This sure was a dissying ride Jude, breathtaking to say the least, bless ya!

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Gargoyles & voluptuous voices, maybe one in the same...another flashback to younger days of trips up elevators while sucking on a sugar cube...?...;-) e