Dream Palace Poem by Michael Pruchnicki

Last night I dreamt
that I went to the movies -
I sat in the darkness
of the dream palace
staring at flickering images
and sailed away
on silver wings!

I escaped again
from mean streets
and left far behind
the grit and grime-

A life of scondhand
rags and leftovers-

A twisted youth
in a dingy flat
over a saloon-

Transformed I bcame
the hero on horseback
riding through purple sage-
sitting silently on the aisle
in the dream palace
on 63rd Street.