Dream Poem 1 – The Word

I’ve talked on this blog about autobiographical poems, ones that attempt to express the truth about my life; and I’ve talked about Story poems, ones that seem to be autobiographical, but really aren’t.  There is also another category – the dream poem, a poem that came to me, essentially fully written, when I woke up in the morning.  This poem is a slightly revised version of  a dream poem from the late sixties.


All my life, I’ve been looking for a word,
I mean, the word,
Even when I was a little kid.
I tried lots of words,
But none of them made me feel good.

Every night this week, I’ve had this dream:
A big guy comes up to me and says:
“Okay, kid, I’m going to show you the word.”
So I go with him, and it’s really dark, and…
I never remember anything after that.

Last night was different.
I said to him, I said:
“Listen, if you don’t show me the word tonight…
I’m going to make you.”
And he smiled,
But I could tell he was scared.
Tonight, boy, tonight,
I’m going to feel good.