In my dream you were a savior,
who conquered the world with words
and sought a painters sky
that didn't belong to envious stars.

In my dream you were the light,
who checked both shoes before stepping in
and smiled fearlessly
at the monsters who dared to fall within.

In my dream you were a musician,
who gave bats gypsy bells
that lulled the moon asleep
and birds sonnets to
keep the sun awake.

In my dream you were the ocean,
whose waves roared in an hourglass
and tilted gems on
melted sheets of sand.

In my dream you were the wind,
who curled itself around me
and whispered stories
beyond the company of grass.

In my dream this was you
who used to check both shoes
(before stepping in).

Butterfly kisses in the rain

and the universe becomes a waterfall.

Life was going slower than a penny rolling across the floor.

In a palace glazed with porcelain--
pools of azure and gold--
And a prince far too young for the throne.

Yes, life was going slower than a penny rolling across the floor...

(9.13.14)

If the Universe were a man in a trench coat

then his lair would be a carved-out pumpkin

with triangle windows and a candle as a kitchen

Perhaps we would all know when our time would come

and death would take bribes

as the devil coincides with all of the good.

Maybe we would all have a piece

of knowledge in our hands.

If only I could tell you

how much the spiders

on my eyes appreciate you,

then the sentences that hang in the air

would be pinned to the ceiling

and the cigarette

would still be unlit

in the corner

by the lamp.