this dream has no other dream
it lingers in the fair Between
and seldom in the inkling think the slightest thing
less interesting
than an overture, an ode to Odin
or a stillborn child's

twitch.

in a box of halos  you will find petroglyphs in the hollow of bright yellow sugar-cube skulls  with red dots
you will spread the virus. or hire lemmings to do your bidding in your war
on angels with too many arms. on those little plastic shakers, with the little holes: filled with glitter.
your annex of Poland, last june, and your Easter revolution... i could go on. no less bitter.
but many harms have visited your dullard nova
you could spit in god's hand
and fix your cowlick with your reflection.

don't sleep there.

there
are the jam rooks of simple.
there, slings a bovine and a lamp. a frozen yodel.
you
might might be the next angel
but you're not awake.

don't be quiet yet. you have more mouths than you can feed Oblivion.

and you hate me a little.

they say.

as I recall.

NONE OF THIS EVER HAPPENED BUT IT DID

your nightmares had their petrol and fondled the dead pools of your eyes.
they troubled the next world you just got use too
but then; you had that thing with your eyes.
you bit the moon in some kind of
bite the moon why ? not frenzy.
you kept your cell clean
but bartered for mice
that harbored a cat's
hate,

you sleep with jewish nuns from the planet Stop.
you shared dreams with neanderthals of ponderous love.
you had Novocaine to talk too.
the brilliant sleep of Houdini and Passion.
you had your demons sweep the floor of your cave
and you ain't been seen
since you got
that way.

gone are the things you had before the having was all ready false.
you might slip into a giant's maw and cling to the uvula of " now what ? "
i remember your scars like broken promises in a prom dress.
you had your soul varnished by madness and black cotton...
soft tufts of rough judgement and lightning
and bad blood. a conglomerate of was.
you're impossible if you might be you.
i dream you
a wrinkle
in a Paradise

for all the right Reasons

for you.

Too broke to smoke
Too drunk to ****
Too high to lie

wherever you get You from
I saw you first. i wore your worst demise.
a shrewd disguise, the likes of toadstools in a ring of fire.
you're ablaze in my Right Now. you have no future
that a wet kiss can not remedy.
you are in-between
the angles of our descent.
from wherever you're whence... From Whence You Came.
we are strange people.

leaping
from the Brillo pads in the sky
toward the garrulous mundane.
the glorious vice.  wherever you get
You From...

I saw saw saw saw saw  your Thirst.
i adored the rapturous night night. nightly!
i knew you were wise to your decline, but you lingered...
for Infinity had no End for you, but
your Sanity. And That was forfeit.
when i saw it

gone gone.

and made you less a lasting than a watched ' no more '

you can't save my skin

She didn't know what
What she was working towards
A mad men situation
Drunk chicks with drunk feelings
And a wholly drunk
Situation
We all
Fall in
Love with
Everything extra

being honest with yourself
is a feat of great difficulty
but it is the test
that we all must pass,
and I think I'm getting there,
but It's being honest to others
that really tangles me up
I carry my baggage around with me
but never open it up,
never leave it behind,
never talk about it,
I'm an airport's worst nightmare,
when we are alone with ourselves,
nobody around to share the load,
we begin to crack
and crack and crack
until we are riddled with spiderwebs
until we shatter completely
but I can't share
maybe I never learned the difference
between vulnerability
and weakness
but I don't want to burden you
with my life
my life which scares the hell out of me
just thinking about it,
I've been carrying this bowling ball
in my gut
for the better part of a year now
and I hide it behind a smile
a "there's no reason to be alarmed" smile
and I'd love to break open my ribcage
reach on in there
and give you my heart
but I don't have the right tools in my workshop
and I'm too **** proud to ask you
if I could maybe borrow yours
and it's gotten to the point
that solidarity has become the norm
even when I am surrounded by people
I am alone
and the worst part about it all is
I've gotten comfortable with it