'winter's been
here too long, woman . . .
barren limbs!
pack up and
find someone else you
can treat like
shit, i'm tired of the
stale air that bred you
rainbow,
sing me to sleep . . .
the wind!
one day, you
too will endure winter
without clothing
winter?
up early lighting
lanterns
what i'd give
to be an egret
moored in mud
i can't be
the mirror no one
can be . . .
the cost of a
good seat, too costly
sail with me
into a black hole . . .
winter dusk
i refuse to
be a crucifix
again
for someone who could
be my daughter
i cause a
friend grief, feed her
winter
she surprised
me last night, saying
she wanted
us to share a room . . .
day moon in traction
another
dream spewing blossoms
towards dawn
this morning
a photo of the
river told
me to send a text
to my wife carefully
dragon,
any night but tonight . . .
jack fruit moon!
will you,
dragon, fly out of
my discharge
papers, like a comic book
character and eat me ?
burnt leaves . . .
it rains every
day here
how can i
be in too many
dreams at once?
a dragon pretending
to be a lamb?
a lunatic,
this leaf, riding the
rapids?
like mount
pinatubo, i'm
ready to
blow! the nerve of her
to think i'm blind!
she tosses a
noose, telling me to
hang the moon
morning . . .
when the crows of
roosters and
clouds merge into a
mass calling plato
your chatter,
bamboo, swallowed
by trikes
stay, mars!
place your arrows
beside your
bed and dream of a
world between wedges
cry, roosters!
dream your final
dream at dawn
morning mist . . .
makiling's dream
blanket . . .
her lover, banished?
dead? in hiding?
and the tide . . .
drawing trees into a
pauper's dreams?
she storms
into a mall store
fishing for
a fish that doesn't
exist . . . a fire fly
clouds scatter . . .
she loves to see girls
run from her!
why the
theater, the circus,
the mirror that
that stretches shapes
in a dawn of words?
by robert d. wilson
©2009
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