“All human beings are also dream beings. Dreaming ties all mankind together.”
— Jack Kerouac
Sebastian’s hippie pad.
Red lights. Dark wood.
There’s Sebastian & The Austrian In The Wheelchair.
Smoking a big phallic doobie now like a Cuban cigar.
“It’s pure Tetrahydrocannabylene!”
Thing comes in a printed silver wrapper,
complete with joss sticks & incense cones.
“Prefab. It’s an Amsterdam hippie special.”
The Austrian In The Wheelchair is wearing a psychedelic tee.
It’s a Procol Harum promo tee.
Six musicians & the tour dates.
The Austrian’s tugging at his tee.
“I’ve been there. One of them is a murderer”
“I know. Keith Relph.”
“She shot somebody.”
I want to leave the room now but I stumble over the motorboat.
Sebastian is smiling but he never speaks.
A dark figure lurking behind the curtain.
The Rottweiler? No, just Sebastian’s cat.
Sebastian’s mom appears & produces a black witch’s broom.
The cat jumps on the bed & tries to hide under the blanket.
“Rusalka’s been outside. She’s not supposed to sleep in bed.”
“She loves water.”
But the cat’s fast asleep & I wake up.
Roy Orbison – In Dreams (1960)
Peter Bies © 2011