Dream

gifted|charged with a worrying paper-toothed tender chrysalis yielding dry blue wings falling away to sift underfoot|emerging relieved and silent breaths

I've been walking on these streets so long
I don't know where they're going to lead anymore
But I think I must have seen a ghost
I don't know if it's my illusions that keep me alive

careful transfer|clutching upon a scaly knuckle|imprints|minute bird|huddling soft strong curled claws and thumping cannons

I'm tired of Evil
And all that it feeds
But I don't know
I've been drifting on this wave so long

elative|palpable telemetry clicks underskin (the rotary dialing out and back)|secondhand racing backward out of time to wind wings never seen but in stills|zippers|time again

I don't know if I'm sane
But there's a ghost in my heart
Who's trying to see in the dark
I'm tired of people who only want to be pleased

But I still want to please you

a throat like light through wine|away|fruit-sugar in jars and dowels|you help impress my friends|slick folded wings on my finger

I don't know where I've been
But I know where I'm going
To that Volcano
I don't wanna fall in though
Just want to warm my bones
On that fire awhile.*

father to a creature I didn't create





*selected "Volcano" lyrics written by Beck