Time Machine (reworked for 2008)

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Jaime Fradera
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since 2000-11-25

Posts 843
Where no tyranny is tolerable

0 posted 2008-02-24 09:12 PM

Time Machine

1:
The Reel Of Time
Loops and twists,
Tares itself and rips,
starts to spin backwards
Shreds itself and finally stops.
I sit in the kitchen with my sister
In our old duplex
At 919 East Guenter.
Everything is as we left it
on June 12, 1967.
And everything is vivid
Even across the chasm
of thirty-four years.
I become aware that I am dreaming,
That all the houses were demolished years ago,
To make way for new development,
And marvel
that I'm sitting in a house,
A neighborhood, a time,
indeed, a dreamscape,
That no longer exists,
That the past has become the future,
and the future has become the past.
I ponder what has not yet happened:
that the President has not resigned,
that the war is not yet lost,
that the Senator and Activist will be assassinated,
that I know all that is to come,
Or has already been,
And that no one will believe me
if I tell ...
I open the back door
And step outside,
And feel the
stuffy stagnant air,
the heavy, humid heat,
The full furnace blast of summer in my face,
and of a Sun high in the sky.
And there, the same driveway,
The old garage, still there,
Still full of rubbish,
The same fence, the rusted gate,
Now overgrown by weeds.
We find a stall, a little market
That wasn't there before,
Where they are selling wind chimes.
But a set of them is $299.
I can not buy them.
I wonder what would happen
If I try to cross the street
(which they wouldn't let me do
When I was little.)
I wonder if the neighbors are still there,
Though knowing all the while
It is a dream ...
A dream of 1967 ...
I hear the record Strawberry Fields, The Beatles,
And it is running backwards ...
And the cities, they are burning ...
and Grace, and she is singing:
Wouldn't you love somebody to love ...
A dream of 1967 ...

2:
The Reel OF Time spools backwards,
Back ... back ... back ...
forwards and yet in reverse.
First my two sisters and I
Are teenagers,
Then we are toddlers, then babies ...
We all cry in unison
Over some infantile concern.
Mother is spanking us
For some petty transgression,
And we all scream in unison.
Then, knowing what will be,
Or has already happened,
How the police,
Responding to complaints will come,
or maybe go,
That it will be too late,
Maybe too soon,
I finally stop
The whirling, spinning Reel OF Time,
For past and future have both become entangled,
And Johnson is flying to Vietnam,
And the cities, they are burning,
And James Cunnen, he is singing:
Who cares what game you choose.
Little to win, but nothing to lose ...
Incense peppermints ...
And what a field day for the heat.
A thousand people in the street ...
A dream of 1967 .

3:
I break the surface of the ocean,
The great primordial womb,
The cradle, the incubus of Life.
I taste the salt of ages,
The salt of human kind,
Knowing each of us is all of us,
And all of us are one!
How sad, it seems,
That so many still don't know this ...
I am wearing new equipment
That has just now been developed.
Hear, I know I will not drown,
And feel a wild and primal freedom
No longer bound by the constraints
Of common sense, or time or space,
I know that I can roam the sea and air at will.
I take off,
flying
Through both the water and the air,
And both hear and start to sing a song:

The wind and the sea;
The wind and the sea.
We are one
With the wind and the sea.
The wind and the sea;
The wind and the sea.
We are one
With the wind and the sea ...

And then I wake ...

JamesMichael
Member Empyrean

since 1999-11-16

Posts 33336
Kapolei, Hawaii, USA

1 posted 2008-02-25 05:05 PM

Fine creative writing...James

WindWalker
Senior Member

since 2001-10-12

Posts 1218

2 posted 2008-02-28 10:47 PM

I like this one!!!!

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