Friday, September 26, 2008
vision
i was dreaming dangerous; and it was no fantasy. it was of:
bikers and their helmets;
smokers and their cigarettes;
sailors and their mermaids;
teachers and their leather;
prostitutes and their viruses;
bakers and their spatulas;
artists and their lives;
et cetera,
i could only want to be a gardener; so i buried these seeds;
the noble harvests of my dreams- soil and shovel- thinking:
i could only want to be constant; that i cannot dream to wake
to a flickering screen- denoting failure- crows girdling- thinking:
all vision to have been- - foolish vanity.
cuRRent...jer ¶ 6:19 pm
i was dreaming dangerous; and it was no fantasy. it was of:
bikers and their helmets;
smokers and their cigarettes;
sailors and their mermaids;
teachers and their leather;
prostitutes and their viruses;
bakers and their spatulas;
artists and their lives;
et cetera,
i could only want to be a gardener; so i buried these seeds;
the noble harvests of my dreams- soil and shovel- thinking:
i could only want to be constant; that i cannot dream to wake
to a flickering screen- denoting failure- crows girdling- thinking:
all vision to have been- - foolish vanity.
cuRRent...jer ¶ 6:19 pm
