they write your name on a cup
then the cup is crushed, discarded
in another gesture to a refuse kind of day
hiding behind closed doors with
all feathers turned to vane, whispering
wishes breathlessly to the dim
they will not know these ever for
love lies bleeding in the snow
rapiers quivering, too late for regrets
Tag: the dreaming
hidden
wild horse
with talons in scalp & neck
with gravel voice inside head
black blade scraping skull
within red cedar rising tall...
someone rode their wild horse
& that someone was not medreamtest bust
Just to follow-up on my little experiment, the results were a bust. That doesn’t disprove the idea that people can be connected by dream, it’s just that this particular case was not a mutually-shared experience.
Several salient details I wondered if I might hear about after posting:
(more…)dreamtest
Photo by shahin khalaji on Unsplash I have intensely vivid dreams. From what I gather from having talked to people over the years, they tend to be more vivid than many people’s dream and I am often given more agency within the dream than most people claim to have (meaning, I can make choices that change the story or nature of the dream), and I can read one to five words at a time (book titles, street names), and retain it upon waking. Reading signs and books in dream tends to be especially hard for most people (but not all people), if they even think to do it (knowing what something “says” and “reading it” are two different things in dream).
I had a series of especially vivid dreams last night and I have a little experiment I think might be interesting to try out. One of you was in one of my dreams last night. The dream space took place in an old theater and we were sitting in red, velvet-covered seats in the dark. I eventually pointed to the stage while leaning over to you and whispered, “Watch. See. This is important.”
(more…)slip away
chasing deaths head moths
through night gardens no more
and trying to catch falling stars
ribbon cuts hands and so
i wrap myself in nadir's velvet
and slip away from shorelotus eating
Photo by Nahid Hatami on Unsplash fingernail leys bind bare thighs
red drawn in night teeth biting
through musk and dew writhing
we ache to be lotus eaters
drowning in the sweetest winelean in, ask
none of this exists until
you lean in and ask
given to fever in drift
flowing over in waves
my jaw aches for silence
wired shut
you dream in a
wordspun heaven only
a breath away
lean in, askapartment landing
heather grey stairstop sitting
all elbows & knees & grinning
sundanced & hair bright gold
ten-twenty-one, crows gone counting
a hungry & thirsty spring morninghim, of the cart
fingers entwined
we laid side-by-side
waiting on the fade
into the morrow &
wept under pale stars
burning high above
our pale hearts
