Tag Archives: dreams

Low Lake

quixotic puddle, a surrounding circled

by sandy ringletsĀ of time under tree trunks

bearing desire, beneath Earthly happenings

below fears each a different shade of brown.

 

awaiting the hands of the archaeologist

who lives in Earthly happenings but digs

deeper than the laborers of nearby towns

and fills pales with rocky memories to look through later

just to find the round forming tangible time,

 

 

which culminates in the rolling stones they release

from their wrinkled fingers and soft brain tissue

as it thinks of what is later

as an idea

through each individual estuary laden sphere of

circled time wheeling life creating characteristic.

My Brain is My Womb

we met with my eyes closed, 

rolled into the back of my head,

awaiting the exorcist of adulthood.

you, veiled in a black sheet of stars 

were a bitter child of mine.

subconscious and clay skinned,

my childish fingers formed each blurred limb of your gnarled falsity.

I collected earthworms and quartz crystals and cut into them to draw out

the truth of innocence

on an impossibly bright playground.

all the while you shaped me into a bruise 

that covered even the ground I stepped upon.

the dirt that collected between my toes was a memory 

that I was filthy and would never let go.