Wee Hours of the Morning 11/24/13
As the Spirit “drove Jesus into the desert,” so was I driven to the Walk-on-the-Wild-Side Salon, all a jumble with trepidation and exhilaration. It was time for something eclectic and edgy. I sit in my chair and wait until my stylist arrives: tall, slender to the extreme, head a vision to behold. Half of his hair is layered into sculpted spikes, splattered carefully with hues of chartreuse, pink, and purple. My heart hammers to the rhythm of, “Mayday! Mayday!”
“So, what’s shakin’?” asks Zeus? I describe my desired cut. “O.K.,” he says, “But are you prepared to walk on the wild side? You have to do exactly what I say.” “Yes. I’m ready,” I assure myself, more than Zeus. “First,” he begins, “You have to get loose.” With that, he slams his hip into my hip, shaking my shins and rattling my teeth. “Hey!” I shout. “You said you were ready. Now get loose, girl!” Zeus retorts, and he hits me on the other hip.
At last, all loosey goosey, and raring for a revamp, we get started. Zeus is an artist in the studio of his dreams- or is that in the studio of my dream? He designs sans mirror, I suppose to keep me loosey goosey. Finis! Zeus brings out the mirror. There before me sits Lisbeth Salander, the Girl with the Dragon Tatoo. OMG.
I awake with a guffaw that evokes a startled meow from my cat. “Where have YOU just been?” she demands. By the time this dream hit paper, a picture of Lizbeth Salander is hung on my bathroom mirror.
I stroll the promenade of my dreamscape,
Inebriated with the freedom
Of the Unconscious,
In search of a new DO, RE-DO. FOO-FOO,
In lieu of life-as-I-know-it.
Wild Spirit calls “Can you do the loosey goosey spirit walk with me?
It goes like this:
You put your right hip in
You put your right hip out,
You put your right hip in
And you shake it all about.
You do the hokey-pokey
And you turn yourself around,
That’s what it’s all about!”
“What will it cost me, ” I ask.
But you have to be All loosey goosey.”
© rita h kowats 2013
ADDENDUM: December 18, 2013
You will have to walk on the wild side to believe this. I got my hair cut today by a new student, a delightful young man. We had such a good time that I decided to tell him this dream. After the telling he revealed that his surname is DeWilde. Honestly. As in untamed, wild, uncivilized. We agreed that he should someday open his own salon, the Walk on DeWilde Side Salon. No, I don’t look like the Girl with the Dragon Tatoo!
I sit here in awe of the synchronicities of life that teach us so much.
2 thoughts on “Walk on the Wild Side Salon: Dreampoem”
I got another post earlier and my comment seems to have disappeared. But yes, I love the idea of being all loosey goosey, my hips are quivering at the idea, and it was such a powerful dream. Wonderful.
So sorry for twosome and loss of comment. I had to delete and repost. My tags weren’t working.