Dreamstraw

All the forming through a straw,
                       red hen with her mottled nest
I saw pyschism in the homeless.
                        shy fox, maker of great escapes
.

Ocean pressing sequins on my eyelids,
the gulls in a magic arc repeating                                 
crab-skitter of night sweat air                                        
I saw timelessness in her countenance.

Tirade railing down upon strangled masses
I felt the impasse, my heart exploding brain
launch chemical butterfly ether blossom
and ran to the rainforest to become sane.

Returning to that green-brown overlay,
peering through colorless holes of dream.
Release me to that proper lawless domain
governed by an ebonite seed-gavel.
.
Infinity breathed in the interim,
Feeling the space I fed it with
Touches, senses folding like
Batter of cacao coffee cream.
.
Folding like lemon nutmeg,
Dissolving bodies with
Sharp compounds.
.
Dissolving senses into
What they sense;
.
What they sense
Eats them alive.
.
They sense the
Surface oil:
.
Eat the
grit of
life.

Through a peerhole despite the taper,
A corset dream of beauty's madness:
Untangible hinterland, fountain.
.
Generator of joy turned anguish—
.
I wring your washcloth neck,
I sing your soapstone hands:
I suck your strawborne mind.

Written by
@d-pend
10/15/17