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      April 21, 2017David BlaineThe Box

      I dreamt I had a box
      in my living room,
      like a radio with
      moving pictures,
      and it was holding
      me hostage (in my Barcalounger).
       
      I dreamt my box
      was made in the image
      of a rich man
      a fat man
      a man with halitosis
      in his voice
      (I could smell it
      through my ears).
       
      I dreamt I needed to go
      to the bathroom
      but the box said
      it would break my legs
      (and give me incurable dandruff)
      if I didn’t stay to watch the commercials.
       
      I dreamt the box
      was like some kind of god,
      omniscient, omnipotent, omnivorous
      (although it ate mostly money),
      imparting knowledge, saving souls
      and panhandling for spare change.
       
      I dreamt that the world shrank
      around my house, and eventually
      the world and my living room
      were one, just as the box and I
      were one. I got rickets,
      I got hemorrhoids, I got the germs
      that cause bad breath
      and a terminal case of five o’clock shadow
      (I looked like Richard Nixon on a bad day).
       
      I dreamt that on the last day
      the sun and the moon and the stars
      collapsed,
      and the only light I could see
      was coming from the mouth
      of the box of the beast
      (Fox News was on 666 channels).
       
      At the end of my dream, I expired
      (from a combination of starvation
      and TV dinner poisoning).
      The world re-inflated, and a coroner
      took my bagged body out into the daylight.
       
      Then I woke up,
      started a pot of coffee
      and turned on the television.

      from #55 - Spring 2017

      David Blaine

      “I live and work in rural Michigan, where my wife and adult children run a hardware store, and I work for the Department of Commerce as a field agent for the Census Bureau. I see everything interviewing for the census. Although I can’t talk about it, you might glean a little insight through my poems.”