Dreamworlds

See
Lift this vale, pale acrid blind.
Waking to another rich velvet tasting,
a frosty blended vision, earnest visions of our so-called realities.

Hear
Brilliance blinded our storks and rattled bloodied sabers, azure faceted weapons.  We sew fine, slivers of silver ghosts and name them.

Smell
Dreamworlds play recordings, hardened vinyl darkness scratched with Truths.  Analogous, digital softly-spoken mountains upon mountains cleanse our palets, removing our tongues, feeding us light.

The Suffering Wind

First dust rustles and dances;
a current of brown glinting stars
shaking anticipated and fated to fly.

Pines yellowed, anchored, pick up and hustle too as dust passes whispering beats, sultry, rhythmic notes.

This conductor of sway is a suffering wind; relentless currents, chaotic blows, never ending, never judging, merciless force.

Structures are built by choice in the path of the wind.  Dusty leaves blown by barely revealed and painted eves worn, withered, and sacraficed.

But breeze begets gust begets gale begets torrents that lift and destroy these proctections, these safeties.  Even our foundations are cracked and potted promises.

The winds always subside though and Courage constructs new replacements, steeled buildings, hopeful shiny dwellings.

Go West

Go West I said.
Something elevates there
(picking up and out of a scorched flat place).

I packed and winnowed
and Kansas blew back.  The currency of currents aired on the sides of a dusty and blued Scion that once was his, only a symbol of me.  False, mechanical machine sculpted in a factory with words like Love, and Forever, and no Other.

Once I borrowed your shirt.  We believed it fit, and then it became mine, like you.  Now the wind of Kansas chills the clothes that are mine alone in this box on wheels.

Tiny atoms, remnants of exponential moments fill this car as it moves West.  Your words are exhaust that exhausted and drove me.  I almost picked up the hose to drown.

Were it not for peaks of snow, the enemy, and a promise of flesh feared as a boy, a queer boy, the air would not pass and not be consumed.