Saturday, October 17, 2009

October 17, 2009

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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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