dreams – other animals

with the night’s old trick rainbow reflecting off the participation trophy we try our best to waddle past the open door to dreams of anonymous revenge

the knife tears a little more into the muscle with every move though he thought he was clever he couldn’t hide it forever and one sunny seasonably cold day the power went out and we all sat around on hard chairs and chose the dreams we would have liked to have had

waiting for the final
misstep I stay inside
air conditioner ping
tink heavy dark air I
make spear points for some self
I wish I could discard
that sinking twist in the
gut deprive the fall of
all color but the game
gives up and talks about
dreams of cooking techniques
sneaks under floorboards after
brandy and cigars in
an old book and then
we may taste something new

but the white birch dreams of strangling the old man

 in nothing
 the morning 
 still but
 cries for
 seed or
 sex split
 the dark &
 in pours
 the need
 coffee
 with heavy
 feet & to
 scrape 
 dreams from
 the face
 that needs
 to face
 nothing

a red mite
walks the stones
dreams of childhood

I smoke too much in dreams fine welding on the mermaid

the strange poetry of dreams I wake up so thirsty