christlike

 

when i woke

i knew i was

dreaming.

 

the images

were fleeting

and bleared

as if by tears.

 

my room was

my room, was

 

a series of

snapshots,

 

like polaroids

placed side

by side.

 

a patchwork

of pictures

crudely

stitched

together.

 

other images

flitted into

the room,

fit in between

the bookcase,

 

and the turtle

tank, my shoes

and the tv set,

 

a golden haired

child with wild

green eyes and

a china doll face.

she, dressed in

a sheer eggshell

gown made for

sleeping.

 

her pale bare legs

reaching for the

ground her toes

don’t touch.

 

between the

nightstand

and the

bedspread,

 

refrigerator

and

floorboards,

 

a weeping willow

wasting tears on

the wind,

 

a photograph of

sylvia plath,

 

a wooden organ.

 

in my dream

i cannot move,

i am paralyzed

in my dream.

 

my body is

another fugitive 

image. an itching

in my navel.

the room spins

and i make no

move to stop it,

 

i effort no attempt

to alter the flow,

 

i let the spinning

swallow me whole.

 

between the

powder pink

bust of

john wayne

and the

orange

beethoven,

 

vonnegut

and

hunter s.

thompson,

 

a pair of

siamese

seraphim,

 

a handlebar

moustache,

 

a noose

disguised

as a necktie. 

 

i suck on a

handful of

bullets, spit

a few holes

in the red

chest of a

smiling

devil.

 

as

a soup stain,

a coffee stain,

grilled cheese

& spilled sugar,

 

the child with

pale bare legs

is christlike.

 

a valkyrie plucks a polar bear from the ice.

the wind is still,

the willow weeps,

the swords are

sheathed,

 

and there is an

innocent virgin

inside of me

 

i unwittingly

rape with

life experience.

 

and this is not

some tragedy

or natural disaster,

 

this is a simple

matter of course.

 

a black and

white movie

you’ve never

seen but

know the

ending to.

 

between the

roald dahl

and the

medicine

cabinet,

 

december

and

kierkegaard,

 

between the lines.

a lion’s perfect roar of thunder.

 

a paralyzed

dreamer

aware of his

dream.