world culture

Persistent Dream

A persistent dream
Where all my family
Anyone ever born
In my blood line 
Is sitting
Waiting for me to wake up
in my living room 

Thousands of cousins, grandparents
and second moms 
A Fleet of similarly composed individuals 
Kiss and embarrass me
As I come to in fog
Even the thousands I have never met 
Know exactly how to lift  me up
Rock me to soberness 

It is difficult to fit all that blood
in one vain 
The faces in the back 
Are always blurred 

An uncle' tongue 
Stormed out of his face
Slapping my sister in the face

Old grandfathers  
All sat in one corner 
Wondering how to it all ended

Next morning
Awake 
In my living room
TV hums something about family values  
As the room feels bigger 
Rather emptier 
A room as Saggy as life 
When people are removed from it
Against their will