Drunken Dream

by zenjew

distorted purple
Manischewitz? bottle
Still

and still
sitting on my green
linoleum kitchen

where we lived
oh, so long ago

father’s face
front of mine
yelling

mocking that he’s
Knowing

i sink down
first anger

and that moves away

with a love

first for myself
and then for my father

a love that washes
over me so deep

that I pray—

now suddenly,

my alarm clock is blaring
in some other world

that I take this
here to there—

And I awake.