Thread: A Poem About Lucid Dreaming

The Clown and the Tree




As I poured a glass of tea

I saw a girl with no shoes on

She danced in the busy, whizzing road

And collapsed upon my lawn




She had a subtle gray complexion

Mud and leaves throughout her hair

She had moss along her dark, round eyes

But maintained a piecing stare




I took a sip of sun-steeped tea

And looked at her some more

Then she dug a tunnel in my lawn

And came up through my floor




She looked at me and said that I

Was dead to all I knew

And all the life I'd had before

Was dead forever too




So I looked about my little home

And in my living room

There sat a clown who laughed and said

You'll catch on pretty soon




I sat and sipped my glass of tea

But the clown pulled it away

And said, see here, just stir it more

We'll have us Cabernet




Then I heard a rumble from my room

As the girl climbed through my bed

She skipped along my hall

And pranced into my den




She tried to sit on top of me

But I threw her from my lap

Then she thrust her arm into the clown

And pumped him full of sap




So I stuck my spoon inside him

And stirred his blood around

Then he turned a blackish purple shade

And belched a drunken sound




He roared, we must escape her

We need a faucet and a tub

So we staggered to the bathroom

And he passed out on the rug




I opened up the faucet

And let the water run

As I kicked the clownish savior

To wake him for the fun



The water grew and waved about

As the clown dizzily rose

Then he asked I grab him on the face

And twist his radish nose




I turned it like a doorknob

And his mouth became a door

I stepped inside and found myself

Inside a wooden drawer




Now I paused in all the chaos

I was dead even before noon

Then I thought of why I shouldn't

And grabbed a giant spoon




I leapt into his mouth again

Against his teeth my feet did click

Then we used the spoon I had retrieved

And beat the water thick




The tiles began to glow deep red

And the pool kicked down the door

Then I saw my home all decked in roots

And the tree girl dancing as before




The clown and I swam to her

With the swelling cabernet

And while she struggled in the rapids

Her tender heart fell on display




I held her as the rushing wine

Dissipated from the room

And when she asked why I had saved her

I said, you'll catch on pretty soon





(if life was a lucid dream sort of)