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Wide-Eyed Dreaming, a Slow Start

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When dawn awakes at a darkened hour

shall I dream or shall I lament

This life is not meant for those that cower

our thoughts alone can detriment

The clouds can shift and storms arise

in my lifetime I can attest

Air that brings forth compromise

can much surprise beset

Day treads forth and unearths details

that represent a life

With small change my heart might sail

others bring me strife

But never trade your wide-eyed dreaming

because things might depart

Allow those tears a cleansing streaming

sometimes the gift is a slow start

 


Forest in the Bathroom

there’s a forest in the bathroom

where thoughts are getting lost

and a chapel in the bedroom

where understanding drifts aloft

while stumbling down the hallway

where quiet souls are set to drift

the meadow in the front room is

where many moods will meet to lift

sitting at the wellspring dining table

where communing seems most fit

glancing towards the humble kitchen

where the dreams will now be swift


Moonless

the cow

the spoon

raping, reaping

siphoning cream

from the milkyway

does it matter

the stars burned out


For Calliope

winter yawns weary breathe

upon my creasing brow

I stand up and look about

for unused fields to plow

 

turn under words laid in haste

seek wisdom from the wind

track my eyes all around

to see what might descend

 

herein lies the marker stone

of what I think I’ve done

truth be known, outside of me

an unearthly sprite does run

 

she visits as I’m sleeping

and when I’m hard at work

never pausing long enough

for my values to assert

 

still I seek her council

looking towards my harvest

will it be found bountiful

or leave me empty hearted


Incidental Desert

where are the pieces found

a collage at the day’s end

hidden in the tissue leaves

of a tree-lined background

tightly wrapped in cloaks

every tone-deaf melody

hoping to capture & hold 

external spins of vertigo silence

before the diamond falls

from the moon

trail maps

weather wearied souls

lost


Night Cavern

doubts drip in the night

stalactites in darkness

wondering their color

in an undiscovered cave

past choices whistle by

creating eerie melody

hiding in temperate folds

of a soul seeking sleep

in morning I will crawl

from the mystic hollow

dipping these treasures

in a color of my choice

donning as undergarments

so that only I will know

 


Night Static

sometimes i dream in
wizard of oz whirlwinds
removing cardboard
stadium seats from suv’s
while she tells me of
fancy bifocals and
past indiscretions
purchasing blue icees
by the case leaving
me disappointed
watching him unload
the car like it’s a party
she lowers her voice
the volume in my head
goes up a decibel