See the palaces swinging
On their axis?
Hear the gondola
Rocking in the sea?
See the horses falling
Off the latitudes
Beyond Norwegia?
I'll back petal this thought
Of late night,
Learning little in the lesson Dreaming fire from the floor
In peppermint nothings.
Then you wonder Who woke you before the movie ended
With the credits.
And it's summer with
The Coke machine humming,
And the night bugs
And the breeze
And the sound of car tires
Grinding up the highway.
Swinging on the moon
In the nightshade.
And the roses bleeding Red
With her blouse spilling
Open to the moonlight.
And you die a thousand
Deaths as she draws you
Deeper into the dream.
                 BY TJ STRUSKA