dream annal 1

upon night
feel the morning burning
seems even the great/do hesitate to feel that
yearning, no matter a compost heap or a divided star
multiplied in a convex mirror
I saw the dewdrops form on your magickal face

I thought the bishop a sly cat
smiles formed in the ashram where the gurus
sat. finding no trace of star beams shredded to grit
or perhaps a marae where speech takes its place
while someone makes love in the alleyway

I stirred my drink and drank
and then wrote the miserly letter

I found the sentiments pure shit for their impact had not yet hit

I marked the fields submerged by water
a baptised end?

I felt the earth return for gravitational dilation fractured my soul while i dialed my heart
to pay for parole
the money wasn't on my payroll it seems
and I still return to my room-since called dream country
a name which I decided suits it aptly
 a name which swings faiths full fathoms and I find
makes me happy \
when I can't roam streets, I roam minds brother
simply hump dry leaves brother listen as a fellow Christian
I too feel the breeze upon night
please sign my petition...