The Queen had died and I was the undertaker

The nation was watching me

This was unnerving

I had chopped her up and was carrying

Her mortal remains live on television

A girl came up to me as I had dropped a hand

She (Tina) asked me why I was naked

I told her that undertakers are always naked

And then the dream ended


I had always found James Baldwin’s face attractive

He always seemed to be on the edge of years

I loved his expressive eyes and counted myself lucky

To be his friend and confidante in his later tears

I did not believe in all of the black shit and he knew that

It was all shit and he knew that as much as me

We loved each other platonically as friends do

We discussed our nightmares quite often and in depth

And then one day he left me when I needed him post

I did not consider this dream to be a nightmare
But it disturbed me more than the rules of chess