Dream Remembered

Thus the drowning
of my fish-being wish:

During the night
malicious fish
pulled me into the deep

At first their dark forms
embodied no menace
helpless in the way
the lumped above the water
giant blobs of pitch black butter
they would not melt
inside this mouth

Thus the suffocation
of my earth-braving birth:

Listen to their curious noises
resonating
with the sea note
in my stomach

laughter wails yawning

the fish are calling
summoning the sudden move
from the shadow of the shadow
that particular lunge
from utter blackness
the forward pitch

and waking in water
trailing bubbles
there's no need to breathe
when you're cloaked in life
they bare their vicious teeth
and unlock the glow
in unholy eyes
the journey alters me
i have grown gills
"nice"
i think
"nice"
the phosphorous light licks at the ice
this is electronic music
these are my fins
sinking to a new low
i take the bait

Thus the demise
of my flying dreams of dying:

wings are of no use to the water bound
i take my lessons from malicious fish
thus my wish
my birth
my death
this is a dream
i remember it now

From the archive: Light in cows.

Seeing the light inside the cow frightened her. There is no simple explanation for this. It is just that she had never thought about cows in this way. You must admit that a dramatically different direction like this can be somewhat daunting for a mind unused to time travel.

He didn't think about it in that way, though. For him, the light inside the cow was just another light inside another cow. He always looked at the bright side, the light side and found that it was mostly the inside. He couldn't quite understand why it frightened her. He didn't know about the darkness. He dreamt about it once, but inside he had the light. Even in dark dreams. And at night. Maybe that is why she loved him. She had always been adventurous, in spite of the fear. Attracted to the dark. The night. But for this, she needed light.

Arbor Day

i leave
i l e a v e
i leave i leave i leav e
i leave i leave i leave i l e a v e
i l ea ve i leave i leave
i leave i leave i leave i leave
i leave i leave i leave i leave
i leave i leave i le ave
my exits
are a
healthy
tree
i have
uprooted
i am gone

Scraps on feast

something is weighing on my mind
with all the gravity of an antique oak table
creaking under the weight
the wait

set for a family
a group of friends
something is weighing on my mind

something is eating at me
the weight
the wait
the family
the friends
there is an antique table on my mind
and no one is eating
the table is creaking
the weight
the wait
something is eating at me

something is driving me to drink
the teetotaler stumbles to the table
the table on my mind
the empty table
there is no one
family
friends
the weight
the wait
the shadow at my table
the empty plate

something is weighing on my table
no one eats with me
drink
creak
wait
the weight
of the table
the table on my mind
buried under mountains of things to be shared

food
feast
family
friends
the antique table on my mind

i bow my head
and my neck snaps