The Dream Palm said Destroy

Big-box desolation, convenience, and consummation

There were no signs of life

If the moon was a dead spaceship, then the store was a dead spaceship moon

Grand opening swooper flags weren’t rippling

Leaves on landscaped trees weren’t rustling

Inflatable dancing men weren’t dancing

Big-box desolation, convenience, and consummation

My mind squirmed at the stillness

It seemed that desolation could only be defined in metaphor

As a closed department store

Is this what Hawking found at the center of his black holes?

But he couldn’t bring himself to reveal this to anyone

So he kept quiet and found atheism


Every atom in my body was begging me to stop thinking about desolation

I risked annihilation


The voice of reason took over

You’re looking at a freeze-frame, it said

Big-box desolation of that gradation is impossible


Or is it? Maybe hell is a department store that closes while you’re still inside, it said

Wait a minute, that was a different voice

A much different voice!

Now it’s asking me to die a spiritual death


The sun came up

Behind big-box desolation, convenience, and consummation

The first of a swarm of cars scurried into its parking spot

Out came its occupants, scurrying forth as lights flickered, inside

A worker appeared, inside

Letting shoppers come, inside

The dead spaceship moon did rise

Travelling across the sky


The camera panned back and spat out the truth:

The video was a video within a video

The play was a play within a play

Don’t you see?

The camera was filming a screen playing a sped-up video of a department store


Tell-tale signs of big-box desolation, convenience, and consummation

Revelation: the camera panned back from the screen

Signifying a false awakening

Like waking from a dream, and you’re still in a dream


The video self

Entered the frame between the screens (the dreams)

Wearing a Marilyn Monroe mask

Prompting the parking lot of dream #1 to empty out for the second time

The second mask came off

Revealing another

So on and so forth

Until the last mask of Nancy Green had been exfoliated

There he was, R.

Staring at the camera

A singular word on his forehead:



The audience in perfect unison repeated this word

Until a third sun rose above big-box desolation, convenience, and consummation

As the video self raised its hand, dream palm facing out

Approaching the camera

The word grew bigger

And bigger and bigger


Eclipsing dream #1

Monopolizing dream #2

And bigger and bigger

A big old word it was

With roots in Troy:


The dream palm said destroy


6 thoughts on “The Dream Palm said Destroy

  1. Your in good company with TGillam’s Brazil. I’d continue to sharpen this, if such a poem should be sharpened. Don’t know, but this one has all the earmarks of a perpetually unfinished work which obviously would demand the Hall of Mirrors editing team to take over. I can see them working now in jumpsuits, swinging hammers, chipping away at our hopeless plight. Oh well, WTF do I know? Not much, just settling down, the whirring slowly dying. Thanks. Duke

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