I
I think I was
dreaming holographic
as I waved Mardi Gras
& Carnival
[behind _/
consumed to
panting painting strafing darkness]
vouchsafing my glittery throwing beads
to a man in gristled denim
masquerading as fastened
I was shimmering all over
in many disco-vinyl tethers
tying a cunning reveler
to the bed
& then
–LM
It keeps building
& I keep
swallowing my spit
even though
I notice the taste
is metallic/ like blood
Have I been biting my tongue?
Have we spoken///
have had conversations
while I’m asleep?
If it occurred more than once
I want to know where it is you go
when I open my eyes|
If you die in your sleep or
because of a stroke
I hope you’ll visit
just to kiss me goodbye
Do you hear me?
Are you responding?
Did you plan on it?
Am I just dreaming again?
–LM
I had a flash of makeshift memory
I guess you could call by its
true name: imagination
there were streaks
of acid rain
everywhere, yet, there we were
《 crumpled 》under your
plastic umbrella as
you swore in a low tone you’d stand
until the storm passed
& I laughed, I’ll take you up on that
because this weather is never ending
& so seems you’ll
be
standing
until your legs give
and you are forced to admit
I do not mean that much
and the umbrella drops
& goes floating, far into the distance
I am melting
I am wax, fashion
a wick & candlelight
Watch me, ignite the night
–LM
she caresses my cheek with tarred tips
& willfully
mars the flesh
underneath
she leaves
Her youth
behind
& calls me weak
watching me weep she
glares through glassy, venomous eyes
she, grotesque, snarls in my ear
as her tongue wraps around
my jugular
vein____ [_]
promises echo: we are one in the same
I speak as your creator
none else exists. . .
Keep your eyes on me
she cries gleefully
dancing & swooning
in purple silk ribbons
to
Revelation
–LM
Yearning can know no interchange
[NO SOLICITING]
[NO >>>>TRADE]
it is the same record on mute
or so the sign says
The bold misunderstood translation
Along a bouquet of funeral flowers
&
crushed wedding day doves
laid an eerie pastel flute
tuning ominous notes
for a deaf woman
She has the most magnificent
summer garden
Asiatic lilies as big as your head
Goldenrod dreaming
Minus the gore
Sunrays on whisper white feathers & grey
–LM
{I passed out on the couch,
and I saw her benched there,
reminding me to ride her coaster.}
Nightmares trickle down the
Thinnest lines from each
Nostril and they’re bombshell red
Moments before/ a stoic man plunged
his termination sign into the snow
[paying no mind to the bumbling creek
BE
LOW]
I met a man in a coffee shop, I don’t drink
the lot, but the tip I leave is nice and sweet
You have the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen
Our conversation was short lived
because I tend to
bodge it
Refute it of all logic
You claim to know what I’m hiding
& it’s quite intriguing
You claim to know what I refuse to see
My wily subconscious mind
Are you also my enemy?
you must be_
Waking at 2 AM on the dot
Just to show a death plot, vividly
–LM
I dreamt I was on a sort of house arrest
& knew where it might’ve manifest
The police officer overseeing me
A big and burly thing but with shaded,
kind blue eyes lecturing. . .
& when he turned his back for a second
Just/ long/ enough
I’d hustled my way
out from his cage but
He gave chase &
dragged me back
Don’t try it again, he warned,
Exasperated,
Instead of adding to mine,
Do your time
–LM
A woman sits across from me
dealing cash for tarot dreams
her shawl laced with owl wings &
bronze ankles swaying/dangling
flickering gold & crystalline beads
by candlelight she’s peering up underneath
two black satin fans of lashes
Then she centers her gaze on You
You’re here too?
The magic woman gnashes her teeth
She says: don’t you know
what’s always next?
High Priestess, I guess but you don’t
believe in these things I know it—-
Death, dealing the skull with a smile to show it
Funny way to say Change you spit
Laying the Devil card flat with a hit
–LM
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