Dogs 2012

WORLD ON DEMAND
(3/12/12)

Brother Bollocks
awakes
on Saturday
morning
his eyes
opening
to a swirling
miasma
of glowing
pastel
fog

he can see
in plain
daily detail
to the extent
of the edges
of his bed
before losing
all semblance
of material
definition
in a maelstrom
of mauve
mint
and teal

no walls

no ceiling

he looks
over the
side

no floor

he closes
his eyes
then slowly
reopens
to the same
ill defined
backdrop

in an effort
to clear
his vision
he reaches
distractedly
for his glasses
on the nightstand
which appears
out of
the mist
as if
by command

his fingers
gripping
an ear piece
he studies
the apparition
for a bit
then retrieves
his spectacles
as he watches
the small
piece of furniture
and lamp
recede
into the clouds
when he pulls
his hand
back
to the confines
of his bedsheet
planet

still
a bit hazy
from the new
environment
he hazards
an experiment
easing into a sitting
position
sliding legs around
to the edge
and watching
the infinite drop
below his feet
gradually
morph
into hardwood
floor
for an area
of about
3 feet
in circumference
as his soles
touch down

he stands
and turns
to see
the furthest
reaches
of the bed
recede
into the visual
vacuum

he takes
a step
toward where
the desk
should be
and watches
the floor expand
in that direction
the chair materialize
and one corner
of the table top
land upon
a supporting
leg

he retreats
and that vision
of stability
disappears

he steps
to the other
side
of the former room
and the dresser
with its associated
surface
of personal clutter
jumps
from the calm
chaos

he is
seemingly
creating substance
out of
the void

a lesser
man might
fancy himself
a god

Brother Bollocks
chuckles
at the absurdity
and opens
the top
drawer
for a clean
pair
of underwear