Dreams – mattress dungeon

coda

he says he dreamedwe went to the moviesand i asked him to whack offinto a bucket of popcorn i tell him about the warand the wounded birdhe says, that sounds stressfuldo you mind if i, uh…

they have usin a thin-walled shackwith tiny guns& not enough bullets eirann is excited to see some actionthe troops on bicyclescall me dangerousthey want to make an example there’s a wounded birdcrying like a human childi hold it gentlytelling it about the divine feminine& teaching it the ave mariaa sort of shushed lullaby the onesContinue reading “nocturne: defensive maneuvers”

nocturne: the sea appears at a certain depth

language practicein a grimy dinerlaughing at gibberishshe followed me outto film the parking lotaspin behind the camerai joined the dancersdizzy with cobblestonescutting our feet bloodyi caught branches to swingin the soft grey dampfloating upward becomes naturalif you let go of gravitya simple matter of pointinghead as compass and engineto rocket into the bluethree layers ofContinue reading “nocturne: the sea appears at a certain depth”

nocturne: swamp thing

something about standingin a swamp slimed with pond scumbuilding a bridge with fallen treessurprised at what i can carrythese strangers approachcalling me by namethey have a letter for memistakenly delivered years agowhen it would have matteredthe envelope is covered withnotes about how to find methey’ve made it a mystery to solvethey seem so proud myContinue reading “nocturne: swamp thing”

they were so alike

if you asked me whymy eyes are red and fulli’d say, i slept in my makeupwhich is true but leaves outthe end of that sentence:and i dreamed he came backhe was the same as beforei slapped him over and overhands stinging with glass splintersand when i tried to leavei had to squeeze past a powerContinue reading “they were so alike”

buried bullets

i’m hiding out no morethan ever before in my lifei have obscured myselfthrough exposurebegging to be discoveredwishing to be found you hear these storiesabout buried starstreasure hiddenin the smallest of townsyou hear these storiesabout dreams in good sleepand we all know it’s rarebut we all thinkwe’re the special onesat least i do so i lieinContinue reading “buried bullets”