to like a stick or a stone can break a bone. a like is a lick on a sugar stick, a tick in a basket of dreams deferred without a word.
i sew a seam to a dream. wind whips my feelings flaps my flag. shedding tears, i’m still here with a hitch and a stitch.
i sleep now without anxious dreams of losing you i’m not flirting anymore you are home i’ll defend you til death do us part
to Mr. Mean
to Mr. Mean You’re deaf to your shrunken heart. Your skill is to kill joy. Your art is to break a boy’s toys and smother his sunken dreams. You look after your things and hear only your drunken song. You make a minute seem an hour long.
April Moon She traverses Spring’s pregnant dreams, sets on Morning’s mystery.
Note to Horizon
Note to Horizon i hoed the road to the end. now i’m looking at you. you see me striding from a field of dreams hoe in hand.
Note to Call & Her
Note to Call and Her to day differ rent as same old her wise her spreading fertile eyes her mammory beau tea hearterized proffer seas bee longing sum one said two three four more a stream a dream
Note to Stay Woke
The stealthy flood beat rhythmically on our sturdy roof. It lulled us in our dreams. We woke to a changed landscape.