February 5, 2013
untitled dream #2
untitled dream #2, 2012
I was a wretch!
hit bottom when I refused to write this
no-more sentimental waste
(my brain isn’t big enough for this mythology)
in dream I live by the ocean
walking steadily on sands, shells
under stars, moon, visible planets
(all performing before my singular audience)
theme and variation on familiar interlude
treated to kitchen knives chopping boards
pieces abandoned and the night sky a deepest blue
(two typewriters humming and I am distracted)
struggle on step one, try not to wake
cacophonous malaise, the dream soundtrack
my admissions are deluded, so said
(Beethoven Sonata, NO. 23, underlay screaming)
I weep when I look upon Guernica
taste blood, harbor resentment at such brutality
turn away to self portraits and the ego
(clever deflection, tears, anger, id)
weep weep when I look upon sunrise
held in fraternal homosexual admiration
singing! singing, you are my sunshine, my only sunshine
(song of penance)
– Hoc Scripsi
January 29, 2013
untitled dream #1
idle incognito
rifling closets and clothes hampers
looking for colorful oxfords
tumultuous
and crying with one hand on the bottle
and one foot on the brass rail
(but don’t interpret)
in dream
childhoods bedroom
reading
each written line in each book touched, screaming
magazines screaming, wallpaper screaming
I’m screaming, bloody and wasted
(this is no way to conduct a dream)
I follow her into bathroom, now a party,
we kiss grab ass and I’m hard
when I awake temporarily and tremble
step outside for nicotine relief
refusing to return to same dream
wearing no underwear, underwater
(accept drowning as part parcel)
sweating,
dark,
naked,
sheets, pillow soaked
– awake
retreating to thought and space
(!)
October 26, 2012
a short, bad poem
a short, bad poem
I look back through my notebook
and find no poetry.
apples, pears
peaches, penumbras, oranges
mangoes
pomegranates
fruits of the grove stand at
the local grocer.
I find bananas in several local cafes.
in dream I am at this
fruit supermarket;
counting the aisles and cashiers,
wearing pajamas
and blue memory foam slippers.
unselfconscious of naked shoppers
who fail to wear fig leaves
hiding their shame
the platitudes of willful resemblance 