The Star

The orange hall smelt of sand
I felt like a boat longing for land
Following the dandelions along the path
I came to a woman covered in glass

Her watery eyes were frozen and bright
Reminiscent of moonlight swallowing night
Her hair was golden and made of the sun
And she held out a candle and beckoned me 'Come'

She brought me to a meadow hemmed in with stars
Where forested moonlight bounced off the flowers
The air was thick, silent and damp
And I followed her shadow like a moth to a lamp

Barn owls and nightingales flew from her hair
And fireflies flickered like lights at a fair
I felt like I was sealed in a basket of light
As her touch in front of me dispersed through the night

All around us, spirits did dance
And I walked through the forest like one in a trance
The world was alive, burning and free
The world was alive, and existed in me

We came to a clearing under the moon
And she looked at me briefly and said it was soon
I begged and pleaded her not to go away
But she said to me kindly that I had to stay

Remember this moment, remember this dance
Remember this forest, remember this trance
Don't forget all that you've seen
Don't forget that it's all just a dream

And then she was gone and I was alone
And in her darkness I made my home
I went back to the world and lived in disguise
But in the midst of forgetting I still see those eyes

They flash upon me sometimes, when I lie in my bed
And remember the kingdom that exists in my head
I listen to the raindrops that fall on the roof
And smile to myself secretly
And rejoice in the truth

Patients

Patients in cloaks mock understanding
The discomfort of dances pinches
Seagulls huddling under cackles dark
Grey, eaten up, metallic

A dream phonecall into the ocean
Dark, shuffling, unanswered
A patch snatched their faces
Long contact fog descended
On a cold preying sky

Remembering

Stand Blazing and back
A voice is gone
Rainclouds turn again
Greens shapes lost
Eating debris
Fogged my cloudless circle
A sword will know you through parts

I am sky, in the circle
My smile rested
This mist spiral
This weave reds
Inside a watery tree
The I is awake

The sky and the saw are open
But sandwiches mostly rushed distort
Drinking before coffee
Egoless, the brooch

You Squirting men-
Ghost toy spiders who know forgetfulness
Your baskets may be mechanical,
But my broken dream remembers

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Five Scars Left to Dawn

Gold dust spider monkey spoke to Jehovah. He got lost on the sidewalk.

I saw a poodle singing in a window ‘how much is that doggie in the window?’

Her hand felt soft and wrinkly. I asked if I could borrow some money and she said to me ‘well what about your memories? - are they not more important than money?’

The reflection in the glass was fuzzy. Like barbed wire. I had to tear myself away.

There were cut up bits of paper everywhere. They looked so amusing to me, I started jiggling them around like a collage. What’s so great about a gay heroin addict anyway?

All this talk of calenders, and astral projection, and the mayans. Well what if I just want to sit in a café and have a piece of carrot cake?

"If you have a pre-recorded universe, in which everything is pre-recorded, the only things which are not pre-recorded, are the pre-recordings themselves".

"Well that is all well and good", I replied, "but I want a coffee".

She looked back into my eyes.
An artistic void, the oppressive, controlling aspect of the mother persona.

I looked around at the café and it amazed me what could be done by the human voice and one phrase.

These people were reacting agents, who were reacting to my reaction. So I picked them up in my hands and threw them into the dream machine, through holes in thin air.

Every particle of this universe contains the whole universe

The great wind, sound and image flakes fall. Pull out his eyes. Pull them out. These colourless sheets are empty. You never existed at all.

I could hear that I killed it. It needed destroyed. No good, no bueno in the absent world. I was cold and uninterested from now on.

Explosion splits the boat, and there were five scars left to dawn. Whatever remained could give no human context.

A Spider, A Heron, A Wave Tatoo

Mind blank to what came before there was something
But nothing
White lion on wall rattles
Battlefield with reds and greens
Drinking coffee
I am awake, I am wide, I am open

Christianity blazes out from a circle
My brotherness is gone
A heron, a brooch, a fire
Symmetrical shapes like mechanical toys
Wound through the debris
Squirting watery sand in their faces
Remembering the tree and the sword
The fire and the sky

The men outside eating sandwiches
Blazing me inside to get lost and move
Rainclouds and smoke
Women weaving baskets

And then door knock who?
Just a mirror fogged with mist and a voice
But you will not know because you will turn and distort
This is pure this is egoless this is why I feel
So rested

Parts of dreams come back but mostly there is forgetfulness
The world rushed in again and I forgot
But a smile plays my ghost lips because I know what I saw even if you don’t

A spider, a heron, a wave tattoo
A circle, a spiral, a swing
A cloudless sky in a broken playground