Follow your dreams
My dreams are thieves, strange and strained they trespass, sneak on plimsoll soles at night. My dreams are knives and satin, a morning sated, they are odd solutions infinitely non-convergent. […]
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Afterwards the dreams have changed
Afterwards – when only thorns remain when leaves have left and sap been sucked. With fingers pricked, you still recall, perfumed the summer rose of youth. Before the withered rot […]
Listening to somniloquy
Whispered voices somniloquy tethered breath. Goddess blessed Godiva-dressed she’s pillowed tress-caressed dreaming softly screaming. Darkly passing clouds across the moon, as I wait for dawn and her. — Linked to […]
Counting beans
One Hundred Thirty Three These beans, to be, I’m Jack and talk for stalks Fee-fi-fo-fum One Hundred Thirty Four and smell the blood of british man for goose that lay […]
When translucent gold is gone
Like water flows my dreams are caught, between your sky and soil, but on a sunbeam lost for wings: as chrysalises turn to silt. When my translucent gold is gone, […]
