Dreaming

pillow like clouds

nestle catlike on

strawberry horizon

 

certitude spills l like

bleach, drips slowly

from magenta bottle

found deep under yard

 

backed into its corner

darkness glares sharp teeth

clamps down on forever’s

hillsides of May

 

upset stranger

shatters windows

shards explode

from pop bottles

cries echo, then fade

 

the finest of china

soprano sings lovely

while crows squawk dismay

 

they can see from a distance

but wonder who’s talking

fly crooked distortions

of candy-caned now

 

and over washed dishes

the servants will gossip

with hopes to remember

but clearly they’re lost

 

swirling together

three foot tall blenders

churn brilliant bright speckles

green glass spinning round

 

There was not a gold rush.

the high priestess laughs

in profound understanding

knows nothing at all

 

dark clouds over ocean,

shipwreck on a gray sea

blue speckles of pearls

are speaking in tongues

 

perplexed purple bottles

tip tops of the tall mast

churn water’s word

bubbles that speak

 

as puzzles and pieces

weld nothing together

red candles shine onto

pink shadowy waves

 

ta shriek and a scream

headlights pierce dark night

cold water from bucket

says forget what you know

 

your fall-down is sudden

onto sharp needles

 

god-awful alarm clock

hands you today.