Friday, January 14, 2011

Premature Consciousness

Yesterday morning I awoke before waking, opening my eyes to swim in the dark.  By the time I arrived at work, my eyes were completely fatigued from treading water.

I think I was diving for dreams.  I haven't found many lately.

An Epic Dream from 11.09.10

destination is undecided
our backs face the city
from our pockets we collect six dollars
and our thumbs to hail a taxi
red tail lights gleam against gray ground
                             we are gone

in each others laughter and
the scent of the same shampoo
lost             and losing track of time
until a nickel or dime
or well penny wish will not save us

savings beyond spent
one hundred twenty owed
to a stranger
we ask for amnesty
he pardons kindly
never pauses or slows the
   syncopated love song
hummed by four tires to the highway

night falls         like black sand
the man behind the wheel stops for fuel
at a station that is open but abandoned
out of the car he comes into the backseat
and lamb is wolf     

     stop      help        sharp  hit
           hands   lips  teeth   demand
     stop                    sharp hope
     see knife    
           hands           flash hit
                help             there is crimson

destination    undecided
our backs face the city
blood neither mine nor yours   
no taxi can be hailed
to pacify the crescendo of sirens
I turn the ignition
red tail lights gleam
                          we are gone

at the top of a mountain range
salted with snow and peppered
with tourists and suicide notes
I park and realize the corpse is you
lift you in my arms and walk over the edge
you were gone and so am I

but something goes wrong
with this something going wrong already
you are feather light and I colossal
collide with cutout mountain triangles
wrinkling the earth until i fall without you
through a sea that used to be sky
I dive up to foreign air
gasp and fall to breathe the water
and gone is now here
and gray lights gleam
and day is second is eternity