fiction
halcyon days
i :: through to the other side
I’m loose & washy,
a watercolor of pink arcs.
I dreamed we were tiny like
One
micron of jazz floating
through the bell of a sax,
steep crags of Sleep.
a black canyon I longed for
but I'm always burning
blazing through Sleep-Time
like some prickly electric Nova,
too hot to be engulfed in
a vacuum of Blissful Ultramarine
sublime::
two golden garments shimmered in the hall
and in the gleam of hanging lamps grew bright
music in blue glass
jazz in glass walking
in a halcyon tunnel you’re 1 piece of smoke.
dream about an Egg. Do it now.
ii:: dream places highway 1
Omnicloud
soft edge of everything.
i am open
your thoughts are pleasant-shaped & drifting
through me like confetti
such a moveable party we are.
party of 2
Rococo Fantasy
the duration of Holst’s Venus.
a great artist creates a more truthful form of beauty
a great artist finds no substantive pleasure in the baroque.
Mellow Zephyr
clarity of you clears
the air :: prismlike
lets your colors kiss
my mind slow & wet
Delta Seven
space of Blissful Mystery.
here our bodies cut fog.
our bodies make light from blackness.
breathe, together.
(transparent hours)
Laila cradles her dreams
like a blacksmith cradles his fire
holds out her milky hand,
spidery fingers branching
wanly toward the orbs that surround her.
they bathe in a deep amber light.
she is particular about the quality of her light.
she and her particular light are the only constant.
wordlessly she defines
electronic energy bands;
choosing photons to propagate
through the structure of her mind,
or to pass by untouched.
high and low tones separate
s l o w l y
so slowly bursting
into small rainbows
& distinct phenomena.
you.
you were always beautiful. you were never not
beautiful. radiant with a pure clarity
of intention, the knowledge
of how to love
with a touch that loved love
the way love loved
to be loved.
love can be a Brancusi, used
but in your hands
love chilled out and glittered.
the mythical kingfisher,
immaculate.
we walk through the door
and the atmosphere rearranges itself,
a shrine to your aura.
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