Dreaming

by on May 11, 2017 :: 0 comments

it never stops.
this bass that’s
boom—boom—booming—
constant running
heaving breathing
infinitesimal worry
break—break—breaking—
now it’s done.
wide-eyed, searching,
updown updown updown
there
she sits. with her notebook
filled with crimson—teeth?
looking up, she spots me—
smiling little wings
she’s gone—my gothic angel—
gone to the Haudenosaunee—
why?
close eyes, comes this yearning
pangs of mortality did
pierce my gut, now this
flowing—this essence—
my entirety—flowing, gushing, bursting—

now dry
and so, I cry, salty
tears of jejunity
paradoxical lust
to mean something
to anyone, but—no—
–don’t leave this room
–don’t step out this cage
–stew in this pain
–you deserve this
youknowyoudo—
now quiet.

open again—slight chirping,
sun kissed cheeks ever warming,
on soft, calm, green—
turn to see you next to me,
you’re smiling with two missing teeth—
no worries—
ephemeral tranquility
disturbed by a
BEEP BEEP BEEP—

editors note:

Let the Jungians have their fun. Better to wake to a beeping alarm and a gap-toothed smile. – mh clay

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