into cotton dream

i lie beside your grave--
to show them that i have feelings;
for the eclipse of rebirth

 

and because by the numbers
on the wall are yellow teeth
connected to smaller men

 

sand-papered down.
suits drift through the
sullen streets- night-shaded-
dim light looming over
prairie asphalt black
like cold water.

 

tentacles reach out from the
sky, aqua-chalets form
inside clouds and there, by the
stranded moon, is a spaceship
hurtling into its
metallic lover.

 

and i lie;
suck my thumb,
find myself a cotton
sheet and fall into
a cotton dream.  

Reviews

[fireblossom]

Ummm I don't know what it means but after reading it I was spinning around in my desk chair with hair smoking.

I saw lots of pictures reading this. Though it is late at night I was forced to focus....damn.

This is dream sequence in underfunded movie from brilliant director who wrote and shot it. This is s'mores with blood and atomic fire for a change of pace.

Love formed in me for this author at the conclusion of this review.