i dream of izzy

I DREAMT LAST NIGHT OF ISOBEL

An Ode to Darling Izzy

En Pentametre Iambique

By Izzy Ess of Inverted-Ness

I dreamt last night of Isobel.  We used

To be an item: Dear Izzy and Darling

Izzy.  In my dream, I flew to old

New York and took the Subway south to Yuppie

Town.  I met her in our old café,

The Thirsty Caffeine Addict, eh?  We kissed

Each other on the lips and pressed our bodies

Very tightly to each other.  Then,

We held our hands and walked toward her old

Apartment house on Chaucer Street.  We passed

Some vendors on the street and bought some baubles,

Like the way we used to do when we

Had lived together.  She had grasped my hand

So tightly, it was getting numb.  I thought

It might be difficult to tell her that

No longer was I able to perform

What we had done a zillion times.  It always

Was completely different and much more

Exciting than the time before, until

The day she had evicted me because

She felt that I was ogling other women

Much too much.  Exchanging some perfunctories,

Initially, we stopped communicating

And accepted our decision

To turn upside down to handle our

Sad break-up.  Realizing I was dreaming,

I relaxed because no union would

Be felt this night.  I ran out to the street

To try to find the transportation back

To my reality, to no avail.

I woke up sadly with a dose of realism,

Shivering and stiff.  My breakfast

Was the usual left-overs of

A turkey stew with curry, garlic and

Some freshly cut tomatoes, carrots and

Asparagus.  My state of upside-down

Was still persisting as I let my missing

Of my Darling Izzy settle in.

Perhaps I’ll dream of her again tonight

And have the capability of doing

What we used to do a zillion times!

A wish by any other name is still

The same as kangaroo, kiosk or krill.

The End

© izzy sommers, md

Welland, Canada

August 24, 2013