Saturday, March 3, 2018

sleep approaches in its crib
- For C. Mehrl Bennett
& Sheilah Wilson Serfaty

the dream of Dao in a sewer is a
tree bending in a storm is a dream
of a chair sitting on the edge of a cliff
came late taste their baby or any
walked it off she held the start but
brimming love the dream of being alone
is a dream of a wall of light pulsing
in darkness is the dream of a tree
falling out a window the tree a
wingless bird flying toward a
tower if I smell bare or ate if I
held a suitcase full of forks and
buzzing razors if I folded my
face on a dripping mirror , , , , , ,

edge blood
tree on fire

)O Clock Come to Me(


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