Our substanceless blue sky
Gives gorgeous dreams to rest heads.
Pour of tar and some distance in the dark.
Morning sun is a god’s lioness,
How we are torn as
Our halves make one in one.
Hesitation lurks in dark stasis.
Pivot of eyes and heads!— Furrow
Of the brow reflecting twisted minds—
Raging selves, running to disappear in
Dizzy streets painted with sepia light—
Looking for some booze, some fix, all elixir
Outside, outside body and mind is a fixer mad
More addictive and seductive than the mirage
Of happiness as heavenly as the moon-
Light, not flickering, I swear by the fickle
Light shining consistent bright.
Worst is an electrified fall in a dream
Land, I am pushing myself up to ride
Souls’ airplanes but they keep dropping
Angelic bombs to kill softly with love’s axe
And knife and other weapons that cut like
Sweet betrayal still bleeding. Open wounds killing
And amassing all war can hold in hands,
A little shock of mercy somewhere between victory and
Defeat is all we need, forgoing all
Balance to reach balance in near-future. I
Swallowed lots of shadows and pills
To drown sorrows faster and softer and better.
They learned to swim better in my pool of tears.
Abandoned all salt and water, left the sea to handle my
Mirages catastrophising. I see blood but do not
Bleed. My faded skin and veins poppin’ under eyes
They must have left their
Sockets by now, make me
Look as I feel dead dead—
All this pulse in me
The shadows in me, the blood running through me,
I do not believe in all this fluid motion, in the dark,
Everything is static yet rhythmic but dark and slowly
Fading in the bluest night and day snowballing into
Each other wrapped in a bubble, in a pipe-dream,
All this dream I collected and nourished and fed
Like a broken bird with black wings for decor,
I must have
Chased you deeper into the light
Casting my monsters,
Gifting them nightmares to prepare
Mouthful of berry-blood,
Saved from a night starry, where did my clouds go?
I need my rain so tears are accompanied
Better. A waking
Dream and a star-blanket over me
One room the whole world
If we didn’t have walls to put up around us;
The concrete and the invisible, the shark and his saw,
The baby and the corpse, all this duality
Should not always suffocate but free,
But flee, but
Emerge from the depths we escaped from,
The black and white the right and not,
All there is to see within us
Suffocating our worries deeper, making them rest a little,
Before we may befriend the monsters
And the gentle dragons firing away their
Split fires dance in air;
Ballooning, wishing away—
To not be burnt in dirt or hurt within curt
“a glitter of seas.
The child’s cry
Melts in the wall.”
A child within
Calling me on
Before the laughter melts along
With the marsh cry.
A glacier spine I carry
Bent a million times over,
Along decaying smiles.