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Blueprints for a dream catcher

I figured out
        why they made dream catchers
        with yarn
                                          while I was
                 pinch ‘n’ rolling my
     morning balls


          the daddy long leg
                       spun the web                      I slept
                                                             in the corner
                                                    below ‘er

where it caught the dead that flew confused
vacated
leaving the thin sail waving
with the embedded dead
all wrapped up soft
undulating thinly clinging to the tetrahedron
on walls with silk curves that hold

they think you’re
          just sitting there
                                useless
                                and scary

                                                           O how little
                                                some trickle

the masks
revolving
on your back

precognitive dreams
           in an infinite
wave like soft flags
because of the embedded dead
left waving       thin                  you were doing something
                                               somewhere else
                                                we had something in common


                     precognitive dreams
                 in an infinite

                  spider webs                         undulate soft

Entitled

Were you there

when I woke with ankles chained to coral

could you hear it 

when I woke I was surrounded

how many of them were there

when I woke strapped down the serum inching

what was it that was murmured 

when I woke five filaments of hyphae

was it just a dream

when I woke a full lotus flame

were you absolutely certain

when I woke the ground getting closer


The precurser

Squirting
from the cunt
rolled back
ecstatic

It was like an eel
the way the chorizo
gutted and slithered
away

Wide open
gaping
hollowed out
carved clean

By the hybrid marbling
difference between
thin flesh slick with death—
the ooze bubbling out
in spurts blink blue,
blink cream

We were on our own—
dabbing rosin onto
the toenails of time

Breaking off
from our homes
like a trichome
subzero

Compounding
the phosphorous
into the bone
just like that

The hole glowing
white hot
from the wild oak
kept dry

Saponification

                     Melt down
                                             teflon
                                                           into a shiny
                                jet black
                                 serum
            pull back
                                                           and plunge
                                   until
             the halfmoon
     disappears                       dead
                   at the junction
                                                             of déjà vu

                    emerald lily
    who led
the way
                               back home
                                                strapped
                 down

      who carried
                              a lotus
               made of ash
                                         into the boiling
                        stillness
incinerates
                      like an aerosol
                                                  or a spider’s web
  made of quicksand
                                        entombs

a slight
of the hand
                                                  neurochemical
                  hijack          
                                this                   never
       happened