the tenured psychiatrist
the university paid him dearly to lecture
about his dreams
three days a week to hundreds of undergrads
recounting big winnings in vegas
trafficking drugs and humans in all kinds of worlds
and slaying fire-breathing dragons while
strolling through sherwood forest with
nothing but bow and arrow
like a time machine he dialed up
triangles and chains of events
and conflicts of interest
introducing the likes of mozart
and hitler and michael jackson
cameo appearances by jekyll and hyde
and the great houdini —
elvis and jesus christ and charles manson
quietly waiting in the wings
he used his hands and eyes
to amplify the effect of his words
which were spoken mostly softly
occasionally loudly
and infrequently quite scarily
many would take notes
others would use smartphones as recorders
but the far majority simply sat back
relaxed and indifferent
going through the motions as if
they were living his dreams themselves
december two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
I love it!!
Thank you, Daniella!
almost makes the psychiatrist sound like a poet. Getting paid to talk about one’s dreams. Wonderful idea
wouldn’t that be great….