Category: Dreams
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Head Six
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Tossing through the night Dreams of Madagascar and white offices These sleepers And these bleepers of the mind I don’t know who I am anymore As I grasp apples and oranges and put them in place The skyscraper carpet looked like the kind in the Overlook Hotel I saw Danny in the Deli “No liverwurst Read more
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Victrola Stitches
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A white farmhouse in a Texas field A green screen door opens The spring makes that sound of stretching Then it slams, that sound of slamming A lifeless two-lane highway runs by it The windows upstairs look down upon it There, a thick tree with a worn tire swing Miles of flat all around No Read more
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Cockle Squash
It’s Christmas Eve in a town the color of burgundy and pine Cold stars and tattered clouds float within the inky-bruised canopy Store windows glow yellow, the brick of the small buildings are the color of slightly burnt toast People shuffle along the walks frosted with fresh snow They peek into the shop portals and Read more
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City of Machines
I can see my tangled soul reflected in the winter lenses of an office building in the factory district. The background is sun and discomfort. A broken man sits on a bench holding a sign that reads: Why can’t I ever win? I walk through the city of stacks. No voices, only machines. They’re building Read more
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Dream Leaps
Rows upon rows upon rows Apartment buildings Different colors, shapes, and sizes Dream leaps across the lawns Buttresses like butter In the warm, misty dawn Four bedrooms, wood paneling Room after room of hideous furniture My table in the dust 1800 dollars a month Voices in the hall, in my head I can’t afford this Read more
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The Comatose Scarecrow
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The emotional river flees fluidly like me. There must be some kind of disabling plate in my head. A blockage, a barrier reef, a comatose scarecrow holding an eternal lamp in a Halloween field of moonlit night. Frosty crows soar across the face of the man in the moon. They cry for salvation, yet cruise Read more
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The Caspian Tea House
I was in an Azerbaijan tea house at the shore of the Caspian Sea. The house was soft in texture and made of orange wood and white curtains. I went to a large window facing the slow, curved road and looked out. The water was the deepest green blue, like the woman’s glasses at the Read more
CEREAL AFTER SEX 