I had a dream i’ve had many Ill have more
but i was walking at night…
take off belt and breath a little air with the smoke
he was tall and pall no pale by my side leaning close
and his black hair flashed in the streetlight shining lunar like in dashes between
the dark patches we were strolling through
who dreams of you, what actions are we responsible for when darkness falls and lovers
spin webs of worlds we could never tread
in the suspendelicious heat of any day-lit hour?
pull a drop from beaten brow
and drink deeply the responsibility relapse
these head visions of you created by others how can you compete
how can they?
we all orbit each other and ideas orbit us
so do we be content we be we be
with the spins outside
or do we take them in and attempt
try try to make a dent some impression some evidence of existence
with this body bridge between head and foot