Nobody was around when the dreams finally came true.
when they emerged /
were cut out
/ breach born.
Jesus wept over empty nest
but it didn’t mean too much to him.
Lord’s been shedding crocodile tears
his tools first went to his cross.
lilies bought tickets for the north
where work was a little different
if not necessarily easier.
petals were white in fields
but darkened in factories
then faded again
in fluorescent office glow
and A/C and central heat didn’t do any favors for complexion either.
can’t nobody outrun wrinkles forever.
stalks stood up straight
as long as they could
without a clear view of sun
sitting in cubicles.
Optimus Prime never made any promises
in the dream
and Starscream remained
second in charge.
but the clouds were silver. so silver in fact they were chrome.
it was a sky
the Borg would like
if the collective could ever enjoy anything.
the Holy Ghost turned out to be on the side
of the Sith Lord
(not having any time for mind tricks
instead looked for the force
wherever it was).
maybe. dreams are fuzzy and hard to interpret.
but, nobody was around anyway
when the dreams were realized.
an imaginary friend spoke truth to power
and was rewarded
with a posthumous award
for the efforts.
if the dreams weren’t cut out
they would’ve broken hips
and tore flesh in two
would’ve left the womb behind
but willing to accept
to think itself its own twin.
new and another with dreams free to enter the world.
perhaps it was Eve who thought differently
perhaps it was her
who put on her best Janus impression
and thought twice.
maybe she saw
on the capitol lawn
and more in the basilica
and told the Klingons
not to go into any church
but to leave that stuff for Romulans.
maybe Mary sat down Freddy Krueger,
told him how this cruel world
maybe. who knows?
dreams are harder to tell than jokes.
ghost stories exist but rarely are they heard from ghosts.
yet fairy tales,
are told by us
and when the pansy called off the wedding
there wasn’t much else to say.
thoughts would suffice on the trip to anywhere.
let’s say LA.
gonna make it big.
star besides CGI on the big screen.
put hands in concrete. do interviews.
wear the best cuts
buy newest bionic upgrades.
Tinkerbell is nothing if not up to date and then
ahead of the times.
what did St. Paul say to St. Peter before the spaceship took off?
maybe we’ll find out in the sequel.
whose choice was it when the dreams finally broke out?
when they got big?
when they became an overnight success?
Gizmo stole second and is heading home.
but watch out cuz Robocop’s got a cannon on him
out there in the outfield.
and who knew those turtles would be so good at this game?
and the Pope ain’t said shit about the zombie apocalypse.
spores cross borders and sprout up free.
black folks catch cabs to get reparations.
so many acres so much to do
Marxism had to work itself out.
destiny called up the bright side to set a date to get a better look.
King David took notes.
it was empty. the Hills Have Eyes empty. Children of the Corn empty. Lone Ranger found nearly
dead by Tonto empty. Holodeck empty. Danger Room empty. Neverending Story empty.
when the dreams came true.
KENYATTA JEAN-PAUL GARCIA is the author of This Sentimental Education, ROBOT and Yawning on the Sands. Their work has appeared in Brooklyn Rail, Barzakh, Horse Less Review and ditch. They are the editor/founder of ALTPOETICS and blog regularly at kjpgarcia.wordpress.com.