Makrokosmos - Dream Images

drums clattering in the auditorium
green fuzz on racket strings
droplets of rainbows condensing in hot sunlight
cartoon stickers on a minivan window
etched lines on the arched ridge of two ears
ratty library hardcover copy of Gone With the Wind
a black gate closing between white slats of the blinds

I saw it through the frame and through my face.
Covering my eyes, because we are nothing,
and never quite the same from a black and white summer. 

pantsed

happy monday

 who is bernice you ask

With photographs that showed our rails and razorblades. 

skull and crossbones and safety pins

a wedding ring buried under rotting leaves

white shoes scuffling against red hardcourt

the sound of lapping water

the smell of chlorine

archer archer archer please stfu

sky blue pillow with embroidered pink flowers

the sunken imprint of a body's weight on a vacated sofa 

But through the window you reach for the cold.
But the door is so much closer,
and the sun has sold itself to the land

and all over my skin. 

I don't want to remember anymore.

raucous laughter in the back row of biology

cigarette smoke by the creek
a baritone voice reads modernist poetry aloud---
red wheelbarrows and coffee spoons

whittled waist

skintight jeans

two-faced bitch
stood-you-up-ha-ha-sucker

the slope y = x + deltoids

lavender and vanilla scented questionnaires

enough.

smeared amateurish eyeliner
thin green leaves rustling amidst a clear blue sky

stop it.

red dress

gold earrings

silk lilies

high sandals

artificial river

tasteless food
shadows merge

fingers on the waist
arms around the shoulders
hands wringing around your fucking neck

STOP IT.

 

It was you, bringing your white company.
Oh, bringing the night, so it seemed.
And we will never sleep again.

"On risque de pleurer un peu si l'on s'est laissé apprivoiser."

It's over, we are still nothing.

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Lyrics from "December" by Lydia

Inspired by George Crumb's Makrokosmos Vol I. No. 11 Dream Images (Love-Death Music) (Gemini)