Sleep  on  sleepless
mountains.


Then  tongues  should  not
   be   white.


Sleep  on the
bay  of  salt  lake.

Fisherman's   net  and big  fishes
   should not  distrube  you.

Sleep  again
on  the  opposite  side
of  a  great  mountain.

A  super  hero  will
come  having  two wings.


The  wings  should  have
   hopes and new  technology
also which
will  ****  a  big
anaconda.

Lipgloss dripping candy lacquer aquamarine
Wrought silk enfolding shadows of her shoulders obscene
Drugstore ribbon laced her feet just as in my dream
She reduces me to liquid in an urban machine
On the asphalt a virile shellac.
 
Power like a thousand ships of industry steel
Columns fall to soldiers at the clack of her heel
Sirens’ polished poisoned fruit that drives one to ****!
A Dahlia's vitality shunted and left to congeal
In that pool, then a wave of relief.