Subconscious Free For All

Subconscious Free For All

By Brandon Palzkill

I had that dream again last night…

The Brew Crew played a home game

On a graham cracker diamond

Set with marshmallow bases.

The batter hit a high home run

Shattering the chocolate scoreboard

Then he stole home and ate it up.

The game ended and I found myself

Out in the parking lot,

Falling in a quantum anomaly,

Sucked right back where I began.

I lost myself in a temporal loop…

I lost myself in a temporal loop…

I lost myself in a temporal loop…

I lost myself in a temporal loop…

I lost myself… I hung a sharp left.

I left that loop behind me

And wandered into a china shop,

Absolutely bursting with bulls

Of every possible shape and size;

Gold, silver, rubber, plastic,

Glass, paper, cubic zirconia…

I couldn’t understand the fuss;

All they did was stand there.  

The Monkees, on the other hand

Burst in the shop just behind me

And they knew how to cause a ruckus;

They shook the walls with no difficulty

And really rattled the displays.

The scattered heard of trampled

Bulls littered the tiled floor

And me without my shoes... That hurt.

I hobbled painfully along,

Bleeding, broken, befuddled

By the flying squirrels zooming overhead,

Eagerly humming

And dropping smoking acorns

On the unsuspecting heads

Of a squadron of squabbling squawks.

I scampered off to find some shelter

Within a psychedelic prism

Where Bob Hope and Bing Crosby

Were playing the back nine

And bragging about their space exploits

While sea creatures poked their heads out

From beneath the water traps

To eat their jawbreaker golf balls.

My god, they were boring old men.

I strolled onto the ocean

To put some distance between us.

I watched fish scratch the surface

Of the ocean dunes beneath my feet

And they looked surprised to see me.

The shark looked delighted, however;

An electric-blue megalodon

Jonesing for an afternoon snack.

I couldn’t see the depths

Behind it’s salivating mouth,

But nobody lives forever,

So I slathered myself ketchup

And faced it like a champ.

Then the dream ended; I woke up.

And that’s when things got weird…