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.
Friday, January 14, 2011
An Epic Dream from 11.09.10
I.
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
II.
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
chaos
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
III.
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
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
II.
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
chaos
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
III.
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
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