Dream Scene~ Joanna Ballard
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Dream Scene

"Zip your fly and
Wipe off that steak sauce
You're a picture of disgrace."

Hair the color of golden hay
Is swept away from haunted eyes
The screeching harpy of a mother
Is delegated to the nonentity of a flour sack
The child is helpless no longer
His mind soars with the dragons of yesteryear
His thoughts form an unending
Dream of fantastic delight

Abruptly brought back to reality
As his mother yammers once again
Accentuating her words with the tapping
Of a paperclip

By Joanna Ballard