Occupy Your Dreams

I have awoken from a dream this morning wherein

I attend a posh concert with my friends,

one of whom is playing and one of whom is conducting

both dressed in finery

the concert is outside on the lawn of a park

the chairs are so uncomfortable that

I take a walk to find refreshment

all I can find are fancy-looking latte drinks

which are dispensed from a vending machine

that is located in the muddy center of the commons

I become mired in the muck

my shoes fill over the top with brown ooze

I step backwards into a hole waist-deep in the sludge

a young man dressed in crusty clothing

comes to offer me his fingerless-gloved hand

unconcerned with my filthy state

as I reach for his grasp, grateful for the assistance

I see that, while my clothing has been ruined in the mire,

my hands are still clean

~Andrine de la Rocha, the 99%

posted 11/15/2011