"Dream Logic I"

The grass grew in the wrong direction.
Chunks of sod fell from a ceiling made of earth, which crumbled
Downward into the boundless stretch of sky beneath my  feet, and
Vanished into the blue.
Becoming nothing more than the dry rain of  a world of wet.

"Dream Logic II"

The caterpillar pipe rose up, shook the ash and resin from its soul,
and began to spin a cocoon.  
The comforting lie of "everything will be alright" only
Led it to the truth, that it would never be what it always was:
A red-hot soul spinning in the basin of comfort,
A creature of habit and leisure, it would soon be nothing more than
A husk, a forgotten shell of times gone by, afternoons spent
Wasted--ruminating on the possibility of forever, and what it would be like
To be a butterfly.

"Dream Logic III"
The world is nothing but actors and actresses,
Sexless I walk into this world of make-believe,
Held together with shoe-strings and ideas about true love.
Being whoever I wish to be, I walk around in borrowed skin,
until I remember myself.
That is the flaw of acting,  
You never become who you say you are.


"Dream Logic IV"

Walking into your  show room, I saw you--unexpected.
Trying to explain my genuine purpose in your world of
Plastic models and props, you
Hushed me, and told me to come back another day,
You didn't have the parts to manufacture the emotions you needed to convey.


"Dream Logic V"

I sang a lullaby to God.
She was over-worked and a bit on the unusual side.
Ranting and raving about 40 days and 40 nights,
The simplicity of saints and how she just needed a good cry.
No one wanted another flood so I promised to sing her  a sea-song of times gone by.
That's the thing about deities, they can always be found lost  in their own  past.

"Dream Logic VI"

Remembering is always hard to do.
I don't remember who I am but I do remember what I am.
I don't remember how to open a door, but I do remember how to lock one.
Tackle the door like an enemy,  and the bolt will  fall into place.
The simplest answer is always the hardest,
And never the easiest.
But remember,
Brutality is the epitome of security.

"Dream Logic VII"

Heaven was a concert, and I was the star.
Stage diving turned into cliff diving, falling into a crowd of adoring faces
Hands grasped for my body,  and I was thrown to the floor
Abandoned
Shackled and alone, I realized--
Hell is an empty room, a shaft of light,
And realizing that all your dreams won't  come true.

"Dream Logic VIII"

I don't believe in anything any more.
I don't believe that I am who I say I am.
I can't prove that I am who I say I am not,
I am always someone else, until I am myself again.
This world of black is cold and forgettable.
I long for the days of adventure.

"Dream Logic IX"
An erotic passion play of hide and seek,
You were it and I was lost,
Everyone coupled up and hid in plain sight,
You found me, sealing my fate with a kiss.


"Dream Logic X"

I had a dream that I was a wonderland of magic, power and emotion,
That I could control things with just a wink,
An emphatic gesture was all I needed to rule the world.

I woke up disappointed, waved at my alarm clock.
Winked at my door, and nothing happened.
No longer a wonderland; I was a dumb-show,
Wanting  for  a life full of sound and passion.

I.

His hair was like copper--
the couple-color kind like
watered down soda, ice-water on top,
thin syrup beneath, back lit by lamps and
forgotten candlestick--
burning.

II.

Nothing more than hiss and spit,
it was coiled in the corner,
gaudy ornament of diamond back
shivered as it ran hot--
spat steam and began to foam from places
man-made and unholy.

III.

Your body betrays you,
like the slick-slick-slick of
ceiling fans and metal cords.
Creates something new and  unwanted--
like sounds and smells and entire bodies of
things that would easily be forgotten.

IV.

I liked you more than hard bread,
cappuccino  and everything else Italian.