You Set Them Up

You Set Them Up - (c) June 2010

It was a sharing unlike others. It was a conviction of meaning. A statement of fulfillment and an understanding of wealth meeting poverty - an overtaking and a refusal to accept the experiment yet a willingness to allow it to flow into its presence. 

I dreamed I was flying on a 707 with the Shah of Iran and a huge box of French Fries

golden blondes and brunnettes in mini-skirts as he chuckled glints of oversized eyebrows in his dark rimmed glasses

wine on the table, pistachio shells scattered on plexiglas - a new invention

Wealth to some is more important because they are aware of the harsh realities of daily living and aren’t willing to settle for less. 

I dreamed of an English professor pointing to an exit sign held open by a sponsor to Dr. Death and gasping toward a chasm wrapped by gilt-laden-edges of white

golden-wrapped Rothmans Internationals perched on edges of tar-stained ivory ashtrays as the young boy eyed the dancer in lust “You” are mine tonight, my birthday present and her

aware of his glance, 

knowing her fate was sealed despite the other bonds knew that he was there that night in his arms as she laid herself on the blanket bereft silk sheets opened and flared her bobbing breasts welcoming a smile saying come come to me now 

here

I am. 

Then. The other looked up at him, inquiring her eyes distant but discerning - is that what you really mean by your objective> is that your intent? And he thinking that if you only knew that I was merely a shell once - an apparition of wishful thinking and dreams shattered and pointless meanings and an understanding that 

social exclusions are real 

barriers once 

you set them up.