the Colonel and Her Lieutenants
you were in my dreams last night, when i finally did dream. i typed until i couldn't keep my eyes open last night and still didn't finish, but once my head hit the pillow i was thinking of deadlines, revolutions and how much i was longing for a glass of red wine to stop the shouting in my brain.
i dreamt of what i believe my perception of the south in summertime to be. maybe georgia, maybe alabama, i'm unsure. lots of greenery and a 'good ole boy' feeling. we were sitting on a screened in porch of a house in the middle of all the greenery and i was furiously pounding keys on a typewriter of all things. there was music playing, sounding like it was coming off a phonograph or more likely a record player; a sad jazz tune that played over and over. you were chastising me and speaking of deadlines, while you played with a lock of your hair that stuck out from beneath a red beret.
"the revolution waits for no one, dear brother!" you declared before rising and sauntering off the porch, a man in a black trench coat, hiding his eyes from the sun held the door and walked two steps behind you, a constant shadow and i smiled realizing that you were in good hands. i watched you two for a time as you walked through a growing camp of people, seemingly thrown around at random. tents, trailers and all manners of temporary shelter stretched out as far as the eye could see. you called out gleefully to folks by name as you strode up the road to greet a gaggle of new comers that had just ridden in.
it is then that i leaned back idly chewing on what appeared to be a rather large blunt or cigar and my eyes fell and froze on the large wooden spool i was using as a table and the two main items that dominated the top; an ak-47 with what i think was 'democracy must rise again' carved in the butt of the rifle resting next to the old fashion typewriter. with a chuckle i scrolled down and titled the piece of paper stuck in the machine, "the Revolution waits for no one" before grabbing the rifle and bounding outside.
as i jogged up behind you and your shadow your singing drifted back to me, mixed in with the voices of those that crowded around you shouting warm greetings and salutations to you..."colonel, colonel" they all cried hoping for even the briefest of acknowledgements from you.
just as i was falling in step behind the man in black, a fellow grabbed my arm holding me in place for the briefest of seconds and whispered in my ear, "she's a helluva women wouldn't you say Lieutenant?"
my alarm clock sounded and broke the spell. but the memory remains
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