
I dreamed on a mountain
I constructed rock piles
safe talismans
wilderness beacons
guiding lost ones
on their lonely
way back down.
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I awaken to fog
birdsong soothing blindness
om mani padme hum
sings my sanctuary bum
but three monsters
menace beyond my dreams
yeah yeah yeah
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Tranquility:
Elusive thing
obscured by humans’
hunger for
Self sounds:
Unstoppable utterances
inconsequential as
twitches of
dreaming dogs.
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No one writes
letters anymore
so I write to myself
I like stamps
touching up
my masterpieces
between crooked li(e)n(e)s.
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For comfort can be orange
with dogs in quiet moonlight
half read books askew on floors
dreamer’s music flowing through.
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Who are they
When did they meet
What drew them together
Why in that room
Where the music muted
With the mule trough bone dry?
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If you were my cat
never would you feel lonely
or hungry
unwanted cold
left outside
a heavy
impenetrable
door.
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Eggshell bird half
left on your gravestone
etched into limestone
don’t even know who
you are were meant to be
studiously
mythologically
deadly controuniversality
definitely notoriously silently
intentionally for stranger
passages of White Godesses
Graves.
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In the green green forest
stone paths guide steps
quiet through
where many passed before
along their way.
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