Holiday Hypnagogia

Holiday Hypnagogia

“Art is the reproduction of what the senses perceive

in nature through the veil of soul.”--Edgar Allan Poe.

Today we have tryptophan dreams of pumpkin ponds,

with white gravy bubbling up in hot springs,

cranberries sprouting along mossy logs,

garlic mashed potatoes smothering dandelions

as summer ice wine ripples over rainbow rocks,

as catfish tickle cherub’s cheeks, frying up crispy

black in heavy pans, with fruit salad spilling

from woodpecker holes, 

as golden wolves devour wild turkeys, the very

same ones that had drown while staring up

at the rain, spitting out white feathers that would

never become part of pillows, as stovetop stuffing

is found in hot Hudson hub caps, as garlic bread

had cute holiday greetings burned into pungent bites;

then suddenly awake seeing the television screen

replaying the Macy’s Simpsons’ balloon deflation,

between blasts of roaring NFL football games

as apple/berry pies fly willy-nilly around the room,

and yellow squash cake slices itself into fat pieces;

only to awaken again, perhaps this time for real,

feeling hungry, somewhere between flatulence 

& sweet potato burps. 

Glenn Buttkus

Posted this Thanksgiving over at dVerse Poets MTB

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