dreams are the fish in god's pond
on a hook... we reel in whatever we want
and we look
at the sky
like a blue open palm
at the end of night's wrist...
there's a nail for a Sun
and it shines like a cold yellow love
that perhaps
has a reason to love you as much
as it can
but leaves you the moon
to shed a light
where your last dark fell
and a kiss to remind you
how sweet
this hell...

there's an empty peach in stone fruit
and then there's You.
a bespoke onion in a pearl....
it has no ill that a shell understands
but bleeds through it's terrible clench
on the things that might mean
nothing....

like the pearl.