IN DREAMS

Coffee grounds caught up in my hair

Through wild strands of blonde chaos

Electrical  follicles a conflicting energy

of their own, together winding an artificial

Medusa whose head writhes in caffeine orgies

because in dreams

no one is ever tired.

 

Green buttons have replaced my eyes

no peyote here I blink shiny, reflective and

plastic illusion waiting for something to come

and unbutton, blink me neon retinal  flesh with

pearls of sunlight worth living

because in dreams

there is no light.

 

My voice is wet feathers, grey

cashmere on a concrete-bounded and

binded bird, weighed down by bullets of

rain, thunder chokes me shoving

velvet jazz down my throat  unable to

sing, notes a muted staggering,  I have

forgotten what music is, ears nonexistent,

because in deams

there is no sound.

 

My legs are an ants only moving

centimemters slowly over tiny metal

objects like mountains, scissors, they fall like

machinery grinding earth, going some

where, nowhere without leaving a

mark in the unsubstantive, I’m digging

holes to stagnate, rock back and

forth and lull myself to sleep in

because in dreams

its so so so easy to forget..

there are no footprints.