cinnamon the kiss
you never give
as we lean over
café tables at
last night's dream
waiting on perfect
Tag: the dreaming
waiting on perfect
Half-penny thoughts — 30nov25
Sometimes dreams are just dreams. I get it — if all of our dreams were always meaningful, insightful and future-seeing, we’d put all of the oneiromancers out there out of business. Or give them panic attacks when we call them in to join us in the dreaming to help interpret and…
Whatever.
But there are dreams and the are Dreams. The proper noun versions demand you pay attention to their contents, which the other ones might linger on the fringes of memory until the morning fog burns off (if your lucky). And that’s only if they are particularly good or bad.
(more…)unimagine
i unimagine shared madness
wrapped of kohl eyes twinned
and mirroring the within
unimagine a phantom recollect
of promises bound in lace
another madness, another dream
another unworthy
we ghost nighttime streets
cobbled in maritime fog
forgetting unimagined
shared madness together for
a dreaming winterlongall that remains
of a passion felled
on burning leaves
and smeared scarlet
of lipstick from
mouth to cheek;
for ruins remaining
of waiting at
flint-skied piers
in the everlast of duskforgotten
phantom me
slipping the edge
promises knotted in lace
waiting to be undone
i was that woman
once
but you have forgottendirges
a dreaming of you
and shadowfell in
the forgetting at wake
they sang love dirges
in the fading away
slipping umbral
of fingers slight
the better suture
my lips tightcoil lies barren
shuffling off & cutting ties
gone to drift on pale winds
clutching at fragments only
to toss useless scraps away
4 u c —
i realize this coil lies barren &
there is only death & dream
this debt is beyond counting
and all that is left is
to serve out my time
i slip
an ophelia amongst the reeds
waiting for a mercy kiss
to set me freefantasy tale
night skin you, day skin you
a dream of
night skin you & day skin you
crawling from the barrows
to give to hold, drinking you in
before the everblind
leave me to slumber at
the foot of your altar
with peekaboo sunshine
warming the empty of eye
let this mantic fade from view
a nightmare of
night skin you & day skin you
crawling from make-dust
from the depths of our youthletters
having earned
my place in oblivion
i fold up my dreams
with their creases
and worn out folds
faded blue lines and
penciled words
and send them
to those swift waters
running under
a creaking old bridge
