Monday, May 29, 2017

Jack Blanchard's Column - May 29, 2017

   Thousands of intelligent good-looking readers.


I hate dreams. In most of them
I'm trying desperately to get to Buffalo.
I don't know why.
I haven't lived there since it was a stagecoach stop.

The roads all wind up going nowhere,
and the people are usually crazy.
Those that I know have been dead for years,
but don't know it.

Often I'm riding in a bus at night
watching for the lights of a certain street or town,
so I can ask the driver to stop.
When I do get off there's nothing but a dark empty crossroads
with no signs of life.

The insanity always seems explanable to me at the time.
It never occurs to me that it's just another stupid dream.

I'm stuck in cities or towns that look slightly famiiar,
but that I can't pin down.

I'm confronted by old enemies that I don't recognize,
but whose presence means danger.

Indoor settings are always dumps that change shape
when I try to find my room.

Misty is a recurring character that slips in and out of scenes.
Sometimes I'm trying to call her on a pay phone.

I've considered that some of my dreams
could be the result of living on the road for so many years
through strange territory,
not knowing what was ahead..

I wonder if the things I see at night
are what the mentally ill see in the daytime?

Jack Blanchard

© 5/27/2017.

Jack Blanchard & Misty Morgan... 
© Jack Blanchard, 2017.

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