Under fives

They took me out of the sandbox and made the world the playpit that I now play in a bigger sandbox bigger castles to build larger dreams to be filled with the nightmares of the day why say I? I say why? and it’s like that the same anyway you look at it, they’ll call it…

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The weekend wake

The monsters hide behind the nightlight I long for the daylight, but escape through the skylight, there’s a slight slope to the tiles and I slide down, where down is many miles but not as many miles as there are monsters hiding. Look at me mummy, sliding over the starnbergersee, Idiot! that was Eliot. I…

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Setting a scene

The minute I wake up the dream takes a back seat and two minutes later I can’t remember a thing. But I am sure it was great because I woke up quite late in a sweat. haha get me, acting like I’m twenty three and that’s the beauty of the dreaming state. And it is…

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Blink

Dreams, an odd reality I sleep and see me occupying a space in space and sometimes think the dream I’m in thinks I am dying. Then I’m flying haphazardly exotically erotic? me? well it’s been known. In dreams I pitch and yaw dreaming of a thing I saw forgetting what I’m dreaming for and then…

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Tunnels

Things that I missed, like the warriors eyes in the pacifist or the Sequoia in the standing of a child. Seldom as it seems unlike recurring dreams that I know by heart, I miss the most patently obvious, while being blatantly oblivious to the world about me. see what I see and it is not…

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Then it became obvious that the obvious wasn’t so

motion sensors compensated for the walking wounded
and on the front line where time was allowed elevation
and the stations of the cross where observed by forward gunners,
the post man strolled through first class carnage to deliver field green bandages.

dreams occasionally obstruct my breathing and believing the dreams to be real
I steal back into wakefulness,
but always return to the battleground back to the sounds of thunder.

I know that if I go
under for the third time
there’ll be no
elevation to sight a line on me
no stations of the cross
there’ll be nothing left of me
no cannon to the right of me,

I wonder if I’ll be free then
without oxygen
to inflate my ego.

It may be that it will be
so.

The punch bowl

Do you ever dream that you’re flying? or wading in water that keeps getting deeper? I do, and I dream of floating in space holding the hands of the clock that turn on its face and I race, hard through the timber yard and out to the wood. You hear the beanstalk I say the…

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Class of ’17

Is greed in society destroying you? it’s destroying me, slowly and methodically crucifying me, I’m dying, not for want or need, but because of the greedy and their many acolytes. if I die a poor man I’m sure man I won’t be alone. (perchance to extravagance, a chance to dream) it’s not Novello and I’m…

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Blotters

I have written and write long in through the long night and the light from the candle warms my fingers as I speculate rewrite and wait ’til the new words start sinking in, Float like a stone? I do that on my own. When sex is not the question but the question arises haha two…

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Vibrations

it’s nice but not Christmas, more like a black mass a sad mass of people with hope in their hearts for better lives and fresh starts it’s nice but not Christmas. These streets are not gold only places we hold on to. Ghosts Frederick and Pauline lost to the last dream, gone forever…

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Stateside

Tennessee says goodbye to me Kentucky nods hello Colorado to the left of me so through Kansas I must go and on into Nevada where the gamblers dreams reside until I rest in California at the end of a long ride…

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Resin in my eyes

Another night ends with the dawn and I made it to this side again, another ghost train ride through dreams disguised as memory are consigned as these things are to history, but nothing’s simple, is it? I paddle in these streams of conscious thought splashing wildly as night so kindly falls away. Friday, time to…

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The suffocating of simplicity

An aeroplane vies with a gull to pull a piece from the sky and at six of the clock a crane stands idly by. It irritates me that on the old church the steeple still perches precariously, as if a balance between good and evil. My lips have sinned pressed tight to the picture of…

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Ex147

I have seen the dark eyes of the wolverine, she who walks through all my dreams and I have touched her even as I screamed her name and in the echoes became her partner…

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Back to Bedlam

it’s what I watch and if you see that’s what becomes of being me.   The mirror through which no light can pass made of glass? made of stone? makes no difference to flesh and bone.   I hesitate to circulate to circumvent some ill intent but I remain yours faithfully,   letters written never…

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Coming to terms

The curtains are opened and the light such as it is at this ungodly hour stitches lines across the ceiling.   Last night I dreamt in Nomad (which is like technicolour but not quite as bad) and I wandered through scenarios where sunshine goes when it’s tired last night was wired to an electric fence…

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The vows

  When you want to know when it offends when you ask   Listen. can you hear me floating   I am sometime in somewhere and where I don’t know don’t want to be here yet don’t want to go.   can you only hear me when you’re near me?   I can hear your…

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The 308th cavalry

  ..and when I’ve finished fantasizing to cover up the lies in my shortcomings I’m going   but it never seems to end starting where the dreams begin and knowing that they’ll send me mad the whole world starts to spin…

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Dreams

The book of wells like the book of Kells… but deeper. ( is that Irish? ) I fall into them men always do. I ask for no quarter to be given and I’m given a dime time to move on. Seamless we dream more and unconsciously see more. On the alpha wave highway anyway’s a…

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Sunset off the Boulevard

I wake to one more daybreak, pick up the pieces and with tape in hand join in the repairing of the broken jigsaw. I dream this, a silent movie Queen screen kiss, Pickford and I locked into an embrace fly. And the jigsaw waits for me to end the dreamery and Pickford wearily unites with…

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