this is where I sleep
each night
carpet crawling toward glass
my reflection sleeps fast
I
just
listen
broken words shift faster
than anxious eyes
my universe
is gone
a cloud of black magic
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In A Dream
Pig snouted soldiers strut
like heavy cannons,
over dry wild desert weeds
I tumble behind a boulder
maybe twelve or thirteen
I had not met the cycle yet
of Mother Earth and her Moon
The others slept in the madhouse
where echoes of screams
jumped from wall to wall
I tried to burn all of us down
once, melting us into a boiling
ooze where we could flow
together the right way
but she caught me and
I was sentenced to the garden
living off tomato bugs
and raw onion
This was when there was something
now it is this
desolate; sepia spotted trap.
I closed my eyes behind the giant rock
begging the shadow to suck
me into its safe home
It whispered that I was not ready
that my temples were froze
That’s when I heard their cries
mother and brother being
cooked alive
I opened my eyes and
the pig snouted soldier snatched
the dark hole from my face
I am awake.
Eden Aquatic
She wears a wet blue dress
and if you undress her
she is not vulnerable or
violated. She is a curved
and proud body;
fertile.
He is molded. He is ceramic mannequins turning sick
against the sea. Noon splits pavement and silicon swallows
in a frenzied gulp.
She is airless, something to know and fear.
When clouds steal our stars, she calls to the moon, carrying all of her love and loyalty back to shore,
while he steals her pearls
in the dark.
The Stew…Part 2
Oh My! They have been stitched back.
All my pieces have
been reassembled. It must have
been when the cooking
wine drove me to
blackness.
I was lying in a knot
in front of the oven, where
my stew had been cooking. I left, from
the kitchen, into this blackness.
When I awoke,
my pieces were positioned back to
their former posts!
They are not what they used to be, not
nearly as attractive. Nobody else would
ever choose these parts! But,
they are perfect to me! Exactly how I want them!
I’m still hurting, the pain is jabbing – bulging in and out
at the stitiches.
I do not mind though. For now, I scream, I writhe in
agony, I attempt sleep in discomfort. It will fade though and My pieces will
never work how they used to.
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