an odd dream...

photo courtesy of AlbanyPoets dot com ©
(photographer was either Keith Spencer or Thom Francis)

an odd dream in vaudevillian velvet and clever ill repute

(Spring reveals how much dog shit the snow hid)

champagne glass leaning back laughing

a ready tide spill joy filled symphony

ride the rabbit hole 

dark infinities 

hide in the light

many merry meet the propped ass fae

this time year sweet 

seep bleed crawl elliptical necessity 

cycle Sun, little yellow star 

geometry and the wee folk 

some may see 

when where 

wears matter 

not to feel 

but rather 

understand 

the let go...

there were moments bottled rains 

we knew would not come along again for awhile 

times lucky upon something 

best to bathe in water 

drawn from streams 

after midnight 

during a new moon...

these are the things 

the we wee dreaming 

wanted to remember 

just as they were discovered, 

in ever lasting taste and thrill...

bubbling well 

bell bottomed 

tells doubling 

meaning...

she laughs for me 

come with her  

burgeon and crawl fire...

she whispers 

street corners 

and once was(es) 

says all you've 

got to do is fall 

in love enough times 

to get through 

what you think 

is...

death and wombs 

swim the junes

I remembered 

how it sounded

the stretching of morning 

into night's linger

when she said, 

"articulate flesh, 

can be the best 

of our pet intentions..."

I smiled 

some time between 

the pantry door 

and out back  

I had kissed her 

where bone met skin 

and gesticulation 

and she was gone...

-

-

-

now is all about 

having me wake up 

scent and sound 

fleeting raw haze 

car clamor outside 

broken glass 

old wood 

peeling paint

telling me 

it was time

to go dance 

for the dollar again

 

EJR ©