posted on July 28, 2015 at 8:41 pm
Sx67**9k

Sx67**9k

oh slippery sliding snakes and elusive ladders

plunge among the falling ones

yonder mister tomb stoned angel indeed i am

dream robber the subtle thief all clothed in doubt

entangled in a mesh of thoughts congealed in sleep

as winters bitter words are described  in a seldom read chapter

or down by the wild sea all froth and spray or in some dim cafe

dreaming that we all die but of course it will come undone soon

splendid in the grassy plains of some other king of spades

in elysiums forgetful glades gliding distracted and fading

in tangential turns then burns up in atmospheres

i imagine the worst which is usually the first thing

in memory’s jaws i stop and pause

the doors to some kingdoms blocked locked out forever

cloud like stud like storm like bed like mouth like earth

i shrink down inside these dreams tumbling through the membranes gaps

in tormented freezing nights i awake over and over to find i am gone

i’d reach out but there are a thousand yous and only one me

weeping weeping as youre sleeping sleeping

i am leaping from thing to thing swinging on a star

i am singing in your ear i know you sometimes cant hear me

the ground resounds to the unbound soul of power

therefore slake your thirst take it first

and shake it

for another hour

 

 

 

5 Responses to “dream robber”

  1. etta
    etta | 28 July 2015 at 10:03 pm #

    Funny i were thinking
    Yesseday along the way how
    Upwardly mobile nylon ladders were
    Beginning to wrinkle near feet
    Moving through the street
    The stretchiness of drastic elastick
    Hard to resist
    Just suddenly giving in
    To the whim of things
    Tripping up heals
    Rankle near ankle
    Skipping
    Clicking up eals
    Else i was wandering in a bunker
    When i hate to escape on a hottie
    Now so chill i will
    Love to burrow and stay forever n a day
    Oh to be the love on your hand that touch my cheek
    Night gluv’nor

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    Chris | 30 July 2015 at 1:45 pm #

    dang…poetry is THE thing, eh? dreams…the forgotten language….

  3. avatar
    Chris | 30 July 2015 at 1:51 pm #

    ‘Phonaesthetics “voice-sound”is the study of the inherent pleasantness (euphony) or unpleasantness (cacophony) of the sound of certain words, phrases, and sentences’….cool!

  4. avatar
    Greta Garbo | 1 September 2015 at 3:51 am #

    Blew The Psychedelic Furs away at The Melody Tent Cape Cod… Always and forever Furs but no guitar think he was sleeping to much horn. Further/Deeper best album that has been out in a long while. In Love Light Best on this planet and the next..

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    Greta Garbo | 1 September 2015 at 3:53 am #

    Blew The Psychedelic Furs away at The Melody Tent Cape Cod… Always and forever Furs but no guitar think he was sleeping to much horn. Further/Deeper best album that has been out in a long while. In Love and Light… Best on this planet and the next..


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