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Concatenation on the Full Moon

“all dreams are relevant in varying degrees to the life of the dreamer…they are all parts of one great web”--from man and his symbols by carl jung the blackhole parking lot the pool table at the bar the despised dentist chair the airplane that frequents underground tunnels or the ocean with its killer whales. you pick up the spike that sits in the lot at the gas station to save us from the unspoken crash. you handle the wolf spider of pure snow climbing your thigh in awe. you gaze wide-eyed as the dentist tortures your teeth with pliers. you stand by the shore as the whale vacuums your brother up like a dust bunny. you transform the plane into a dive bar so passengers don’t notice when you go down. you watch the first bite in the cherry tomato: the teeth settle into the plump yellow flesh fangs puncture the skin & seeds become flees-- you watch it again & again, in slow motion, on repeat. you walk down the aisles in the grocery store under florescent lights, the canned goods explode as you pass, a blackbean rain, no one cares. but the ladies in line for blackberry pie squeal when you forget to take a number in line. and the partner that just dumped you says he didn’t mean it when you agree to a date and look down to see you’re wearing your pink fuzzy bathrobe. share the closed-eye visions, the untold stories stick to the web of the collective subconscious.
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Feb 26, 2014
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