A beautiful wild dream erupted in pink-glowed majesty this morning. Rough white-tipped waves greenblueing between me and the leafy redyelloworange panoply that lay at the feet of Spirit Father as he rose through the mist into a magical glowing golden sky.
This
O my father
guardian of this watery green
and low bluegray
on weary feet.
O my father
this, this blink
this gasp
this wonder.
This is why we come
and sing our dreams
into the graycloud skies.
Her open mouth screams silent tears,
gasping sobs tear her body into pieces that
float above her, waiting to be sewn back together
One thread drawing them tight and snug again,
a sweater she can thrust her arms into gladly,
wrapping warmth around her icy bare branches.
Inside her, alien flesh pricks with tiny knives,
razors opening sealed wounds that cry scaly tears
and glue their eyes tight shut, denying their misery.
Above her his spiky breath covers her hair, her ear,
dripping down her neck with a snail’s undulation.
She rises, tasting ashes in her mouth, and floats,
now lost in a sea of misty grey,
now lifted above the clouds into brightness.
Her eyes close against the sudden blindness of clarity
and she sees her tiny body far below, broken.
Stars burst, gasp and die.
Colors collide, crayons melting.
The ancestors mourn.
From My Window
Gray-blue sky, still wind
Buddhist prayer flags hang from branch
Monday morning cars
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Sing Us Peace, They Said
Lapping waves at feet
wheeling seabirds cry above
Sun warms driftwood seat
I long to travel where my body cannot go;
through doors and walls and windows
to unseen worlds of dizzying possibility.
I lie awake, willing a single silver cord
to emerge from my body like an astral umbilicus.
At the mirror I chant I AM
and wait for the reflected worlds behind me to unfold
like petals after a spring rain,
worlds that will swallow me into nothingness.
One day I will scream for an hour so shards of my
shattered heart will break my brain into halves
and I will disappear between them.
Float away, Self, I whisper in my dreams
that follow me like twisted shadows.
Float away and unwind the becoming,
banners at rest and respectfully waiting,
all time suspended.
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