Illuminated Dreams
A conversation between two street lights
New light bulb = NL
Old light bulb = OL
NL: I can’t believe it, it’s everything I imagined. It’s so… so beautiful.
OL: Now don’t get ya filament bent all out of shape.
NL: Are those oak trees?
OL: You got it.
NL: What’s this?
OL: It’s a dog.
NL: What’s he doing?
OL: That’s called pissing on you, and get used to it.
NL: Well, I don’t mind. Man, I got so many things planned. First I want to shine my light on a 66 Lincoln, or be the light in a Rocket ship. But what I truly hope is to be a great work of art that brings to life the beauty around me.
OL: What the fuck is you talking about?
NL: My words were clear, I didn’t stutter. Artwork.
OL: (Mockingly) My words were clear, I didn’t stutter. That’s garbage. You’re a streetlight just like me, no different. I mean don’t get me wrong, yuh bulb it’s bright, Brighter than a motherfucker. But give it sometime you’ll end up like me. My bulb once glowed and tried to shine truth on individual souls, those who crossed my path and rested their past on my pole. But I couldn’t help, cause here I was stuck, a streetlight on the corner of Jane and Minnesota.
NL: But I got something on the inside
OL: Bullshit aside, Look here young-blood, I‘ve seen it all. Same shit every night. You’ll lose that new factory hype. Now this is the way of the World. And ain’t nothing pretty about it. You ever seen a motherfucker get his head beat in like a bruised orange for a pair of designer shades? Or better yet, you ever seen what happens to a deferred dream? Hell Na’ll you haven’t! Now that’s real, everyday shit. But you got yo light in the stars thinking bout stuff that don’t exist. As I said before, nothin’ glamorous about this. But don’t let me scare you cause the shit eventually be funny.
NL: Well, I don’t think like you.
OL: Yeah, I know you think like shit you got no logic.
NL: I’ve got Faith.
OL: Faith in what?
NL: God.
OL: (laughs) shit’d only place yo faith better lie is in that bulb. ‘Cause that you can rub.
NL: Whatever, What do you know? I see something more. Cause what I see you can’t comprehend. My light will bend and shine throughout. The whispers of night will be given choice and all that believed will rejoice.
OL: What the hell is that supposed to mean? Kid you can get ready to throw that shit out, after you see this.
NL: See what?
OL: Reality...
To be continued
Prose Piece, 2022
Illuminated Dreams
A conversation between two street lights
New light bulb = NL
Old light bulb = OL
NL: I can’t believe it, it’s everything I imagined. It’s so… so beautiful.
OL: Now don’t get ya filament bent all out of shape.
NL: Are those oak trees?
OL: You got it.
NL: What’s this?
OL: It’s a dog.
NL: What’s he doing?
OL: That’s called pissing on you, and get used to it.
NL: Well, I don’t mind. Man, I got so many things planned. First I want to shine my light on a 66 Lincoln, or be the light in a Rocket ship. But what I truly hope is to be a great work of art that brings to life the beauty around me.
OL: What the fuck is you talking about?
NL: My words were clear, I didn’t stutter. Artwork.
OL: (Mockingly) My words were clear, I didn’t stutter. That’s garbage. You’re a streetlight just like me, no different. I mean don’t get me wrong, yuh bulb it’s bright, Brighter than a motherfucker. But give it sometime you’ll end up like me. My bulb once glowed and tried to shine truth on individual souls, those who crossed my path and rested their past on my pole. But I couldn’t help, cause here I was stuck, a streetlight on the corner of Jane and Minnesota.
NL: But I got something on the inside
OL: Bullshit aside, Look here young-blood, I‘ve seen it all. Same shit every night. You’ll lose that new factory hype. Now this is the way of the World. And ain’t nothing pretty about it. You ever seen a motherfucker get his head beat in like a bruised orange for a pair of designer shades? Or better yet, you ever seen what happens to a deferred dream? Hell Na’ll you haven’t! Now that’s real, everyday shit. But you got yo light in the stars thinking bout stuff that don’t exist. As I said before, nothin’ glamorous about this. But don’t let me scare you cause the shit eventually be funny.
NL: Well, I don’t think like you.
OL: Yeah, I know you think like shit you got no logic.
NL: I’ve got Faith.
OL: Faith in what?
NL: God.
OL: (laughs) shit’d only place yo faith better lie is in that bulb. ‘Cause that you can rub.
NL: Whatever, What do you know? I see something more. Cause what I see you can’t comprehend. My light will bend and shine throughout. The whispers of night will be given choice and all that believed will rejoice.
OL: What the hell is that supposed to mean? Kid you can get ready to throw that shit out, after you see this.
NL: See what?
OL: Reality...
To be continued
Prose Piece, 2022