Saturday, August 8, 2015

<dream>

<dream>
 I leave my body
 begging for crumbs
 in dust -
 bread not starved for,
 trials not faced -
 phantasms that seek shadow
 and light’s salvation 
 <grandparents>
  dead, they travel far -
  the light in their face
  <birds>
   bent wing,
   scream without sound,
   feathered flickers of hope
   scratching for evil seeds
   in broken shells
   <luggage>
    left unattended
    misplaced,
    forgotten, the not done
    out of hate, fear, laziness
    <\regret>
    <aloft>
     what bridge can't I burn?
     death I rule
      <phone>
       <\ring 🎶>
       call if you dare
       <coda>
        in my nightmare, the dog
        you left behind hangs lifeless
        in the brute's bared teeth
       </coda>
      </phone>
     </aloft>
    </luggage>
   </birds>
  </grandparents>
</dream>

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