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The Dream of An Office

August 2, 2014 Leave a comment

…Ranks of books
On the sides — old Miltons, Tolstoys, Wuthering
Heights
, Ackermann’s Oxford. A holograph
Copy of Keats’s “To Autumn”…

— from The Dream of a House, Reynolds Price

I find myself in medias res
as one always does in dreams
in a small office, such as
an associate professor
at a branch campus
like the one I attended
would have.

In real life I have
a home office
my office at my company’s office
an office under construction at a new location
an office I can borrow at my company’s main office
and the use of a co-working space downtown 

So it’s not surprising that I’ve forgotten about this one
since it doesn’t really exist
but still I kick myself for having done so
and wonder why I rented the co-working space
which really does exist
and what would have happened
to all these books, every single one of them
a Penguin edition, bearing an orange and white spine,
had I not remembered them, or this wonderful view,
this forest outside a picture window.

Still dreaming, but starting to suspect,
I think of Reynolds Price’s poem
The Dream of a House
and compare my middlebrow taste in dream books.

But the principal motivation remains,
the recurring theme in these many
fugues of the subconscious
This is yours, understand. Meant for you.
Permanent.

I wake before being taken to the closet.

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The Dream of the Strange Tradition

November 28, 2013 Leave a comment

I’m on a skyscraper floor
(town I live in only has one 20-story building)
attending to one of my consistent dream themes
I have to pee
looking around the corner of the huge men’s room
the row of stalls is dark I find the light
A man is hanging by the neck in one of them
the logistics of setting up a noose
from an acoustical tile ceiling
are outside the scope of this dream
I am trying to scream
(ever notice in dreams you can never
quite do anything?)

This is now definitely the Mad Men episode
the one where that guy kills himself
except that was in an office

And then he blinks
Alive!
A woman and I
(is this a co-ed restroom?
Did I succeed in screaming?)
get him down
Sheepish
he offers me money trying
to stuff mine in my shirt pocket
the woman is likewise refusing.

I assure him we won’t tell anyone
(is that a good idea?)
salvage his pride about refusing
with a made-up tradition
that when you find a suicide
you give him the money you have on you
so he has saved me money
by being alive.

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Waking up early on the first day of summer

June 21, 2012 1 comment

Waking up early on the first day of summer
because my back hurts from sitting in an office chair,
my windows stream five a.m. grey, murky sun
and I settle in to start doing accounting entries,
using the remote technology that promises freedom.